[ honestly, he's not used to being called out on his shit like this. it's one of the few perks of being so reclusive and lacking in friends, see — he isn't surrounded by people who'd constantly tell him to cut his bullshit out.
not that that's what this stranger is doing. rather, he bypasses calling xie lian out entirely and goes straight for providing a solution to the situation. has someone somehow warned the larger man that engaging xie lian in conversation and negotiation is a fruitless endeavor? that the only way to get xie lian to do anything remotely for his own benefit is to force it on him instead?
the sound he makes when he's knocked off-balance is more startled than put off, and isn't it just his luck that the first picture the photographer finally snaps is right when he feels his face heat up in embarrassment? the body beneath him is sturdy — strong and solid, easily cushioning xie lian's sudden fall, mild though it may be. he's really trying not to think of just how solid that body feels now that it's pressed up against his back, or those hands adjusting their grip on his waist.
there are a few more snaps of photos, and xie lian thinks he's flinched and grimaced throughout every one of them. ]
Sorry, [ he says again, under his breath, though he's not sure what he's apologizing for this time. his actual weight? or that he'd tried to disguise it in the first place? ]
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not that that's what this stranger is doing. rather, he bypasses calling xie lian out entirely and goes straight for providing a solution to the situation. has someone somehow warned the larger man that engaging xie lian in conversation and negotiation is a fruitless endeavor? that the only way to get xie lian to do anything remotely for his own benefit is to force it on him instead?
the sound he makes when he's knocked off-balance is more startled than put off, and isn't it just his luck that the first picture the photographer finally snaps is right when he feels his face heat up in embarrassment? the body beneath him is sturdy — strong and solid, easily cushioning xie lian's sudden fall, mild though it may be. he's really trying not to think of just how solid that body feels now that it's pressed up against his back, or those hands adjusting their grip on his waist.
there are a few more snaps of photos, and xie lian thinks he's flinched and grimaced throughout every one of them. ]
Sorry, [ he says again, under his breath, though he's not sure what he's apologizing for this time. his actual weight? or that he'd tried to disguise it in the first place? ]