Huaisang finishes piercing the marshmallow and he holds it over the fire, his eyes on the fire for a bit of time before he looks at Xichen. The longer he's there, the more it's hard to keep up pretenses and he'd always been good at pretenses. But he had nothing left he needed to accomplish and it felt terrible hide himself with Xichen of all people. He exhales as he contemplates it, watching as the marshmallow starts to brown.
What a strange thing, not the people who could be there that should be dead --that's not new but that they aren't all from the same time? That is different.
The last thing that Xichen confirms that he needs to drop the mask and his smile fades, looking directly at him. "Is he dead?" It seems the easiest question to know if they are from the same time or not.
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Huaisang finishes piercing the marshmallow and he holds it over the fire, his eyes on the fire for a bit of time before he looks at Xichen. The longer he's there, the more it's hard to keep up pretenses and he'd always been good at pretenses. But he had nothing left he needed to accomplish and it felt terrible hide himself with Xichen of all people. He exhales as he contemplates it, watching as the marshmallow starts to brown.
What a strange thing, not the people who could be there that should be dead --that's not new but that they aren't all from the same time? That is different.
The last thing that Xichen confirms that he needs to drop the mask and his smile fades, looking directly at him. "Is he dead?" It seems the easiest question to know if they are from the same time or not.