well. fei du is just sort of listless as that ends - for a moment, it's like he's still staring into the past, into the tinny recording of that song.
... and then, eventually, he manages to shake it off, and glances over - and doesn't quite make a face, but definitely winces, feeling around for his pocket square and just wordlessly offering it over. ]
[ his voice is wistful, and the expression on his face is a little sad, eyebrows knit together, giving him a very small smile, but he's definitely not crying. fei du's not even sure if he can cry? thoughts for later. ]
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well. fei du is just sort of listless as that ends - for a moment, it's like he's still staring into the past, into the tinny recording of that song.
... and then, eventually, he manages to shake it off, and glances over - and doesn't quite make a face, but definitely winces, feeling around for his pocket square and just wordlessly offering it over. ]
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You don't need it? This is your memory.
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[ his voice is wistful, and the expression on his face is a little sad, eyebrows knit together, giving him a very small smile, but he's definitely not crying. fei du's not even sure if he can cry? thoughts for later. ]
Go ahead.
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Your dad is a real bastard, by the way!
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You have no idea.
[ that memory's not even the half of it. ]