[ Jin Ling looked down as he was bade, and - indeed - everything under him had disappeared. If he hadn't been warned he might have jumped out of his skin. Even as it was, it was hugely disconcerting. He was still frowning at it when Hary's hand moved, pulling aside the edge of the cloak to find Jin Ling's hand. He felt that piercing heat behind his eyes again and swallowed thickly. Come on, Jin Ling.
He let Harry take his hand, let their fingers intertwine, and then he squeezed them firmly between his own, falling silent as he let the other boy talk and tried to calm himself down in the mean time.
He couldn't help but wonder the strange monsters that existed in Harry's world. How it so often sounded so similar to his own and yet so foreign at the same time. Dragons, Giants...
But even in his own dismay he keeps picking up traces of Harry's, and his grip tightens in fractions with every mention. He aimlessly and almost unthinkingly chewed on the jellybeans, not even fully registering their taste until Harry asked him. ]
... They're sweet. Chewy.
[ And he's still eating them, so. Yes, probably. But his attention is elsewhere. ]
... Fairy was a gift, too. My little uncle --
[ Oh. He'd been so distracted, for half a second, his heart twisting to worry about Harry rather than himself, trying to navigate the twists and turns of a foreign world. But as soon as he tried to speak of Fairy--
The first hot tear fell before he could stop it, and he hissed and raised his hand - still clutching Harry's - to scrub it quickly off his cheek. ]
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He let Harry take his hand, let their fingers intertwine, and then he squeezed them firmly between his own, falling silent as he let the other boy talk and tried to calm himself down in the mean time.
He couldn't help but wonder the strange monsters that existed in Harry's world. How it so often sounded so similar to his own and yet so foreign at the same time. Dragons, Giants...
But even in his own dismay he keeps picking up traces of Harry's, and his grip tightens in fractions with every mention. He aimlessly and almost unthinkingly chewed on the jellybeans, not even fully registering their taste until Harry asked him. ]
... They're sweet. Chewy.
[ And he's still eating them, so. Yes, probably. But his attention is elsewhere. ]
... Fairy was a gift, too. My little uncle --
[ Oh. He'd been so distracted, for half a second, his heart twisting to worry about Harry rather than himself, trying to navigate the twists and turns of a foreign world. But as soon as he tried to speak of Fairy--
The first hot tear fell before he could stop it, and he hissed and raised his hand - still clutching Harry's - to scrub it quickly off his cheek. ]
Sorry. Sorry, I warned you that I--
Just --
Tell me about the dragon.