Huaisang is halfway back to Yunmeng when he has to stop to be sick, and when he reaches for a handkerchief to wipe his mouth he discovers the comb tucked into his sleeve.
He stares at it for a long moment, wondering what it means and if he should take it back, but eventually he decides selfishly that no, Jiang Cheng can have it back if he asks for it and not before, and until then Huaisang will keep it - the only tangible reminder of their brief affair.
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Yuan giggles at the story - he's so grateful to Zizhen for his suggestion, truthfully, there's something about all these stories that are not only giving him a clearer picture of the man his father is, but they're also drawing out memories of his own. Just snippets, tiny moments, but they're there, and he treasures every one.
"I don't think he's ever been a good cook." He comments softly, a fond smile on his face.
Zizhen is keeping a close eye on Jingyi, but so far he's quite content with how things are going - he hopes he's only being subdued because he's still in some pain, but he certainly isn't complaining at the closeness.
He turns to look when Jingyi points out the window, but makes sure to give Yuan space since he hasn't seen it before.
Yuan leans over so he can see, eyes wide with interest.
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2021-08-23 17:44 (UTC)He stares at it for a long moment, wondering what it means and if he should take it back, but eventually he decides selfishly that no, Jiang Cheng can have it back if he asks for it and not before, and until then Huaisang will keep it - the only tangible reminder of their brief affair.
~~~
Yuan giggles at the story - he's so grateful to Zizhen for his suggestion, truthfully, there's something about all these stories that are not only giving him a clearer picture of the man his father is, but they're also drawing out memories of his own. Just snippets, tiny moments, but they're there, and he treasures every one.
"I don't think he's ever been a good cook." He comments softly, a fond smile on his face.
Zizhen is keeping a close eye on Jingyi, but so far he's quite content with how things are going - he hopes he's only being subdued because he's still in some pain, but he certainly isn't complaining at the closeness.
He turns to look when Jingyi points out the window, but makes sure to give Yuan space since he hasn't seen it before.
Yuan leans over so he can see, eyes wide with interest.
"Oh," he breathes "it's so pretty..."