( Jingyi doesn't even bother contradicting that dating has nothing to do with it: it's courtship. Engagement. Marriage! Which, whatever, it's at least blessedly not a problem he's having, despite the fact Inigo definitely had thought it was. Or something close enough.
He listens, rolling the words around in his head, slightly squinting as he tries to process. There are also culture divides, and things he might say if he were better rested, but as he's not, and as he's tiring again off the whole odd dance of being rejected for a love he didn't have, which was still cute, but a bit misguided: he keeps it simple. )
Do you want me just listening, right now? No thoughts on what to do? Or advice, stuff like that.
( What does be gentle consist of for Inigo? He also rubs his face with one hand, then leans forward, planting his elbow beyond his tail and on his knee, cradling his cheek so he can lazily look sideways at his friend. )
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He listens, rolling the words around in his head, slightly squinting as he tries to process. There are also culture divides, and things he might say if he were better rested, but as he's not, and as he's tiring again off the whole odd dance of being rejected for a love he didn't have, which was still cute, but a bit misguided: he keeps it simple. )
Do you want me just listening, right now? No thoughts on what to do? Or advice, stuff like that.
( What does be gentle consist of for Inigo? He also rubs his face with one hand, then leans forward, planting his elbow beyond his tail and on his knee, cradling his cheek so he can lazily look sideways at his friend. )
You gonna say who it is?