[Huaisang has never sat at any sickbeds, historically. He was too young to be allowed to see his father for more than a few minutes at a time, before he died, and Mingjue didn't hold on long enough to make it to a sickbed at all, and so. Well.
He's decided it's not really for him. There's nothing to do but sit there and be quiet, don't think, sit there and glance at Jin Guangyao every so often to see if he's woken up, don't think—
The hand on his arm startles him out of his latest bout of not thinking, turning to fumble for hold of Guangyao's wrist.]
San-ge!! I'm fine! San-ge is awake, I was so— [His voice falters, breaking as he goes on:] I didn't think you were going to wake up...
[You know.
Like the last time this happened to one of his brothers. He doesn't know what to do and for once thinks it would be in poor taste to ask to be told, so he simply sits there in watery-eyed silence, fingers curled tight in Guangyao's sleeve.]
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He's decided it's not really for him. There's nothing to do but sit there and be quiet, don't think, sit there and glance at Jin Guangyao every so often to see if he's woken up, don't think—
The hand on his arm startles him out of his latest bout of not thinking, turning to fumble for hold of Guangyao's wrist.]
San-ge!! I'm fine! San-ge is awake, I was so— [His voice falters, breaking as he goes on:] I didn't think you were going to wake up...
[You know.
Like the last time this happened to one of his brothers. He doesn't know what to do and for once thinks it would be in poor taste to ask to be told, so he simply sits there in watery-eyed silence, fingers curled tight in Guangyao's sleeve.]