[ Whiskey in a teacup, there's probably a song about that.
Dean comes further in and flops on Xichen's bed, because make yourself comfortable means getting all up in someone's space or something. He's a little morose, quiet, studying the label of the bottle until cups are found. ]
once he gets the cups, xichen makes his way to the bed and sits on the edge. he watches dean for a moment, as he looks over the label. there are few that xichen has truly gotten close to on the station and dean is amongst them; one of the few that he's spoken to about himself, shared details with.
a friend at the very least, which is something he had not allowed himself to have when he'd arrived. ] Do you wish to talk about it? Him being gone, that is.
He offers the bottle when Xichen comes to sit, exhaling a little, wetting his lips. Does he want to talk about Luke? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he should. ]
I dunno. He was -- important, I guess. He saw me, like. Saw me, and liked me anyway.
xichen takes the bottle and pours them each a glass, sets the bottle on the bedside table and then holds a glass out to dean. ] Saw you? [ he raises a brow, then seems to nod in understanding. ] That... that is a difficult loss.
To lose someone who makes you feel seen and comfortable through it. [ he reaches out, hands falling on dean's forearm to offer a gentle touch. ] There's plenty to like about you, Dean.
Yeah. Like, that's the danger, I guess. You meet people here, you get to know each other, and then they leave.
[ But -- yeah. That's kind of exactly what's bothering him. Luke made him feel...good. Not just sexually (though the makeouts were very nice), but just good, in general. Not that other people don't, but. Losing someone that sees him is hard. He'd be equally devastated if Jim or Xichen disappeared. ]
[ xichen nods at that, cannot do more than offer a sad smile.
that danger, that fear of it, is such a familiar thing. it clenches his heart, keeps him wondering what's wrong with him that that is the consistent thing in his life. between his parents, mingjue, and even in a twisted way jin guangyao. ] We must make the best of it, while we have the time together, I suppose.
There are plenty of assholes here, Dean. You are not one who means to hurt. [ serious and a little light toned all the time. ]
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[ Whiskey in a teacup, there's probably a song about that.
Dean comes further in and flops on Xichen's bed, because make yourself comfortable means getting all up in someone's space or something. He's a little morose, quiet, studying the label of the bottle until cups are found. ]
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once he gets the cups, xichen makes his way to the bed and sits on the edge. he watches dean for a moment, as he looks over the label. there are few that xichen has truly gotten close to on the station and dean is amongst them; one of the few that he's spoken to about himself, shared details with.
a friend at the very least, which is something he had not allowed himself to have when he'd arrived. ] Do you wish to talk about it? Him being gone, that is.
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He offers the bottle when Xichen comes to sit, exhaling a little, wetting his lips. Does he want to talk about Luke? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he should. ]
I dunno. He was -- important, I guess. He saw me, like. Saw me, and liked me anyway.
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xichen takes the bottle and pours them each a glass, sets the bottle on the bedside table and then holds a glass out to dean. ] Saw you? [ he raises a brow, then seems to nod in understanding. ] That... that is a difficult loss.
To lose someone who makes you feel seen and comfortable through it. [ he reaches out, hands falling on dean's forearm to offer a gentle touch. ] There's plenty to like about you, Dean.
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Yeah. Like, that's the danger, I guess. You meet people here, you get to know each other, and then they leave.
[ But -- yeah. That's kind of exactly what's bothering him. Luke made him feel...good. Not just sexually (though the makeouts were very nice), but just good, in general. Not that other people don't, but. Losing someone that sees him is hard. He'd be equally devastated if Jim or Xichen disappeared. ]
Well, I dunno about that. I'm kind of an asshole.
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that danger, that fear of it, is such a familiar thing. it clenches his heart, keeps him wondering what's wrong with him that that is the consistent thing in his life. between his parents, mingjue, and even in a twisted way jin guangyao. ] We must make the best of it, while we have the time together, I suppose.
There are plenty of assholes here, Dean. You are not one who means to hurt. [ serious and a little light toned all the time. ]