[ Even out of the corner of his eye, Rune's expressions pull He Ming's attention. The desire to make him feel better, however he can, instantly tugs at him. ]
But I can imagine you in a tennis uniform. [ He reaches across the console for his hand. ] We can have our serious talk when we get there.
[ It'll kind of be their first relationship talk. All the stuff with the witches and magic and curses was life-or-death, but it wasn't directly related to how much He Ming likes Rune and being around him—which, to He Ming, is the core of a relationship. All the surrounding mess is no worse than the chaos of the rest of the universe. Besides, the universe doesn't have Rune all to themselves. He Ming curls his grip so his fingertips bunch together in the center of Rune's palm. He doesn't let go until they get out of the car. ]
Married? [ Popping up onto his toes, He Ming looks over the top of the car at Rune with wide eyes. ] —I'd like to. [ He nearly catches himself in the door when he closes it. As fast as he comes around the car to Rune's side, he doesn't grab for his arm again. ] I like weddings. And I want to be married to someone. In sickness and in health, 'til death do us part. All of that.
[ If Rune means getting married to him, then that's even better. But they're approaching the place where his parents were murdered, so He Ming doesn't push the question of love or even a courthouse marriage for the moment. Who knows how that'd work with Rune being inhumanly old. ]
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But I can imagine you in a tennis uniform. [ He reaches across the console for his hand. ] We can have our serious talk when we get there.
[ It'll kind of be their first relationship talk. All the stuff with the witches and magic and curses was life-or-death, but it wasn't directly related to how much He Ming likes Rune and being around him—which, to He Ming, is the core of a relationship. All the surrounding mess is no worse than the chaos of the rest of the universe. Besides, the universe doesn't have Rune all to themselves. He Ming curls his grip so his fingertips bunch together in the center of Rune's palm. He doesn't let go until they get out of the car. ]
Married? [ Popping up onto his toes, He Ming looks over the top of the car at Rune with wide eyes. ] —I'd like to. [ He nearly catches himself in the door when he closes it. As fast as he comes around the car to Rune's side, he doesn't grab for his arm again. ] I like weddings. And I want to be married to someone. In sickness and in health, 'til death do us part. All of that.
[ If Rune means getting married to him, then that's even better. But they're approaching the place where his parents were murdered, so He Ming doesn't push the question of love or even a courthouse marriage for the moment. Who knows how that'd work with Rune being inhumanly old. ]
How are you feeling?