Reality is slipping away from him again; it seems to distort whenever his eyes land on Shen Yuan's beloved face. He wants to retreat to his room and put his head in Shen Yuan's lap, letting Shen Yuan run long fingers through his hair and complain about Luo Binghe's taste in literature. It's not possible that that is lost to him. His thoughts swim around it, making him dizzy and disoriented. He needs to think, it's never been more important for him to figure out what to do, but Shen Yuan is the one who can always calm him down.
He jerks when Magnus touches Shen Yuan's clothing, instinctively protective. Magnus doesn't even think anything can help—he has already given up on Shen Yuan despite their supposed friendship. This mansion is a place where time and space themselves bend around its residents' needs. The boundary between this world and the next may be just as permeable. Luo Binghe will make it be so. He bites the inside of his lip hard enough to taste blood, and regrets it when it makes him want Shen Yuan to fuss over him like he does with any small hurt. This is intolerable.
"I won't accept it," he says, voice hoarse. He stands, holding Shen Yuan closer. Luo Binghe carried him to bed like this just days ago after Shen Yuan showed him his haircut. He'd been so shyly eager for Luo Binghe to see it, so transparently happy at finding a way to differentiate himself further from the person who hurt Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe's eyes ache. He has to get away from Magnus' and Nina's sympathetic gazes.
To Nina he says, "Use it to call me if you discover anything useful, or if you feel yourself in a hint of danger. Otherwise, I'll—I'll handle this myself."
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He jerks when Magnus touches Shen Yuan's clothing, instinctively protective. Magnus doesn't even think anything can help—he has already given up on Shen Yuan despite their supposed friendship. This mansion is a place where time and space themselves bend around its residents' needs. The boundary between this world and the next may be just as permeable. Luo Binghe will make it be so. He bites the inside of his lip hard enough to taste blood, and regrets it when it makes him want Shen Yuan to fuss over him like he does with any small hurt. This is intolerable.
"I won't accept it," he says, voice hoarse. He stands, holding Shen Yuan closer. Luo Binghe carried him to bed like this just days ago after Shen Yuan showed him his haircut. He'd been so shyly eager for Luo Binghe to see it, so transparently happy at finding a way to differentiate himself further from the person who hurt Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe's eyes ache. He has to get away from Magnus' and Nina's sympathetic gazes.
To Nina he says, "Use it to call me if you discover anything useful, or if you feel yourself in a hint of danger. Otherwise, I'll—I'll handle this myself."