From Shen Qingqiu's point of view, this entire scene is...surreal? Shocking? Just plain awkward, maybe? The last time he saw Yue Qingyuan, the man was in perfect health aside from the broken heart after getting told to fuck off for the rest of eternity.
And yet here he is...still in perfect health, but apparently having become so heartbroken that he's acting as if it was Shen Qingqiu that had died rather than the shambles of their long-broken relationship. Taken off-guard as he is, he fails to move quickly enough to avoid the larger man's embrace, standing stock-still with gaping mouth as he tries to process what the hell is going on.
He hasn't received a hug - or any other form of affection, for that matter - since Yingying turned sixteen, nearly a decade ago; he feels weird, and embarrassed, and uncomfortable in a way he doesn't know how to describe; the freeze only lasts for a few short seconds before he regains enough presence of mind to shove off his shixiong (or try to, anyway) and take a few staggering steps back on legs weakened from imprisonment.
"What are you talking about? Too late for what?" I thought I told you not to come near me! he'd have added, if his dry throat didn't force an interruption through coughs.
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And yet here he is...still in perfect health, but apparently having become so heartbroken that he's acting as if it was Shen Qingqiu that had died rather than the shambles of their long-broken relationship. Taken off-guard as he is, he fails to move quickly enough to avoid the larger man's embrace, standing stock-still with gaping mouth as he tries to process what the hell is going on.
He hasn't received a hug - or any other form of affection, for that matter - since Yingying turned sixteen, nearly a decade ago; he feels weird, and embarrassed, and uncomfortable in a way he doesn't know how to describe; the freeze only lasts for a few short seconds before he regains enough presence of mind to shove off his shixiong (or try to, anyway) and take a few staggering steps back on legs weakened from imprisonment.
"What are you talking about? Too late for what?" I thought I told you not to come near me! he'd have added, if his dry throat didn't force an interruption through coughs.