Shen Qingqiu stares at him. There's—it can't be that easy. Hadn't Binghe been listening? Did he not know what it meant, when Shen Qingqiu had said I acted in accordance with Shen Qingqiu's actions? He briefly considers telling him—looking him in the eye and saying, I still pushed you. You looked at me with a whole constellation of broken trust in your eyes and I-
But—but Bingge is looking at him now, older, even more handsome. There's no yawning Abyss behind him, just beautiful swaying branches sending cherry petals floating down around them, but his face is eerily similar, as if Shen Qingqiu telling him he doesn't want to spend time with him would be as great a blow, as enormous a betrayal. And—he remembers Sir Sagramore's suggestion, that perhaps he and Bingge could be friends. It feels somehow much less impossible than it had only an hour or so ago.
He smiles, reassuring. "Of course not," he says. "I only thought you would want nothing more to do with me. If you—" want to be around me feels way too bold, so he just skips saying it, "—maybe we could just, like. Hang out? Sometime?"
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Date: 2023-10-10 10:44 pm (UTC)But—but Bingge is looking at him now, older, even more handsome. There's no yawning Abyss behind him, just beautiful swaying branches sending cherry petals floating down around them, but his face is eerily similar, as if Shen Qingqiu telling him he doesn't want to spend time with him would be as great a blow, as enormous a betrayal. And—he remembers Sir Sagramore's suggestion, that perhaps he and Bingge could be friends. It feels somehow much less impossible than it had only an hour or so ago.
He smiles, reassuring. "Of course not," he says. "I only thought you would want nothing more to do with me. If you—" want to be around me feels way too bold, so he just skips saying it, "—maybe we could just, like. Hang out? Sometime?"