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"This is Dan Heng. Please text rather than calling."

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[Dan Feng opens his arms, trying to get Dan Heng to settle on his lap, so he can hold him tight and bury his face in his shoulder and wh-]

Your hair. [He sounds awed.] A glamour?

[into his lap...]

No, it just. Grew.

[Running his hands through it. Running his hands down Dan Heng's back. Actually he's just sat there petting him, like he's trying to make sure Dan Heng is real.]

It's lovely. You're lovely. [He mashes his face into Dan Heng's collarbone.] If - you wish to cut it, I can do it for you.

...Maybe another time.

[he's busy tucking himself closer still, arms winding around dan feng, fingers curling into his hair in turn.]

[There's a long pause, where Dan Feng's grip into his hair gradually grows tighter, and his breathing staccatos. Mumbled:]

I really do not like this place.

...I am glad it let us meet. But...

[yeah. agreed.]

For the first time in a while - I could not tell the difference between him and the Yuan'er I had hunted. I doubt I could even now.

...You haven't told me much, about the one you knew before. Is he so cold?

He would - he has killed me for sport. I do not begrudge him that, but his hatred runs very deep.

...It won't last. Not with the General.

Are they not the same person, at their core?

[His hands tremble on Dan Heng's waist.]

No. That is like saying you and I are identical. Their memories are far too different, for too long to ignore.

You think so? I would not be able to bear it if he had that hatred too.

[He leans back, against the side of the cabin.]

I do not wish to see him until - I am sure.