[ Sizhui might have been sitting on the bed by this point, arms around the stupid stuffed chicken wing pillow thing that Jingpi had been so thrilled about, but he sets it aside and stands up when he hears the sword approaching, and he rises to ... take that hug properly.
And he knows he probably shouldn't, but after a moment he just slumps against the other boy. Not... he's not crying, not yet, but he holds on pretty tight. ]
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And he knows he probably shouldn't, but after a moment he just slumps against the other boy. Not... he's not crying, not yet, but he holds on pretty tight. ]
Thank you for coming...