"No," Jin Guangyao agrees quietly, eyes hidden beneath the veil of his eyelashes, "I do not."
The other implications hang heavy in the unspoken words he doesn't share, in the cautious way he eventually risks meeting Lan Xichen's eyes. It's rather obvious, of course; Jin Guangyao sits before Lan Xichen, hale and healthy, not sporting any evidence of monstrous transformation. The home around them is one that he has clearly made himself comfortable in over the last several months. (There are some personal effects around this guest bedroom, too; a woman's comb on a vanity by the window; a man's coat that is far too long for Jin Guangyao's slight frame.)
He studies Lan Xichen's expression carefully. Gently, he offers, "Er-ge may ask me any questions that he wishes."
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The other implications hang heavy in the unspoken words he doesn't share, in the cautious way he eventually risks meeting Lan Xichen's eyes. It's rather obvious, of course; Jin Guangyao sits before Lan Xichen, hale and healthy, not sporting any evidence of monstrous transformation. The home around them is one that he has clearly made himself comfortable in over the last several months. (There are some personal effects around this guest bedroom, too; a woman's comb on a vanity by the window; a man's coat that is far too long for Jin Guangyao's slight frame.)
He studies Lan Xichen's expression carefully. Gently, he offers, "Er-ge may ask me any questions that he wishes."