[ Dan Heng's cheeks color darker at Yingxing's observation, but the hint of a smile finds his lips, an acknowledgement that they truly did go somewhat overboard. He's relieved, too, that the other man doesn't seem to mind about his clothes, washable or not.
Contented for now, he follows the guitarist through to the en suite bathroom—and pauses in the doorway, hesitant. ]
Maybe... you should clean up first, and I can start the laundry? And I'll clean up and eat while you're out?
[ It's not that he doesn't want to share the en suite with Yingxing—far from it, really, with the opposite being the truth of the matter. It's just... if they're in there together, part of him isn't sure he'll be able to resist, and that's just making their current problem all the worse... ]
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Contented for now, he follows the guitarist through to the en suite bathroom—and pauses in the doorway, hesitant. ]
Maybe... you should clean up first, and I can start the laundry? And I'll clean up and eat while you're out?
[ It's not that he doesn't want to share the en suite with Yingxing—far from it, really, with the opposite being the truth of the matter. It's just... if they're in there together, part of him isn't sure he'll be able to resist, and that's just making their current problem all the worse... ]