What he thinks of now, of everything that happened the night before, is not the moments his mind went blank, or Lan Zhan looked at him strangely, or he tripped so hard over his own words that all he wished were to snatch them back out of the air.
What he thinks of is sitting curled up on the floor of the washroom, wracked by so much pain he could only breathe enough to sob the air right back out of his lungs. The small sliver of light on the other side of the door. Lan Zhan's voice, quiet and calm: You are not fine, but you will be.
How he did not hide forever, as he thought he might, but instead chose to walk back out into the light. To the softness of a shared bed; to music, hummed softly against his hair.
To Lan Zhan.
Oh, he thinks. Maybe this is why.
"I do trust him," he whispers. Soft wonder unfurls through the words like a flower blossoming. "I forgive him."
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Date: 2020-10-03 01:18 am (UTC)What he thinks of is sitting curled up on the floor of the washroom, wracked by so much pain he could only breathe enough to sob the air right back out of his lungs. The small sliver of light on the other side of the door. Lan Zhan's voice, quiet and calm: You are not fine, but you will be.
How he did not hide forever, as he thought he might, but instead chose to walk back out into the light. To the softness of a shared bed; to music, hummed softly against his hair.
To Lan Zhan.
Oh, he thinks. Maybe this is why.
"I do trust him," he whispers. Soft wonder unfurls through the words like a flower blossoming. "I forgive him."