[and let himself in he does, all wrapped up inside the blanket from his own cabin. sizhui plops on the edge of the bed, waiting for jingyi, eyes shut in silent meditation; the usual train sounds and his breathing are what he's concentrating on, hoping it's enough of a distraction while he sits tight. (funny, given his current position—)
but as soon as jingyi's knock comes, he squirms free of his comforter, clambers upright and skitters toward the door, opening it without hesitation.
it's instinctive to reach out and hug him, though sizhui resists, backpedaling a couple steps to let jingyi come in, a hand lifting so he can teeter it.] It comes and goes, [said truthfully. his features faintly lift, however, and he also admits,] But seeing you helps. [once he makes his way back toward the bed, he slumps down onto it again then sprawls across his blanket.] How are you doing though?
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but as soon as jingyi's knock comes, he squirms free of his comforter, clambers upright and skitters toward the door, opening it without hesitation.
it's instinctive to reach out and hug him, though sizhui resists, backpedaling a couple steps to let jingyi come in, a hand lifting so he can teeter it.] It comes and goes, [said truthfully. his features faintly lift, however, and he also admits,] But seeing you helps. [once he makes his way back toward the bed, he slumps down onto it again then sprawls across his blanket.] How are you doing though?