[He swallows, because something is thick in his throat and he's not quite sure what. His tongue feels heavy, so he says nothing at the moment. He just reaches out for Xingchen's hand, grabbing him by the wrist rather than going for the orange. Pulling him close carefully, he's nevertheless insistent until Xingchen sits next to him.
Then he turns to face him, unaware of his soft smile. He traces the side of Xingchen's face with his free hand, the other still holding on to his wrist.]
I'll take them from you. That way I know they'll be sweet.
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Then he turns to face him, unaware of his soft smile. He traces the side of Xingchen's face with his free hand, the other still holding on to his wrist.]
I'll take them from you. That way I know they'll be sweet.