I've never blamed you for a thing. I won't start now.
( he tells him tenderly, hands smoothing over the muscles of his biceps. if he's mourning what he knew of his beloved, the arrogant, playful, stubborn man that he was, he doesn't let on. he presses a kiss to his forehead, keeping him in that hold and nuzzling him, pleased that at least yingxing is reaching out to him instead of pushing him away. )
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( he tells him tenderly, hands smoothing over the muscles of his biceps. if he's mourning what he knew of his beloved, the arrogant, playful, stubborn man that he was, he doesn't let on. he presses a kiss to his forehead, keeping him in that hold and nuzzling him, pleased that at least yingxing is reaching out to him instead of pushing him away. )
What is it?