[The smile doesn't leave his face even when Zhou Zishu's touch comes close to the blindfold, but he does tense ever so slightly. Not that he thinks his friend would jolt away in disgust were he to accidentally dislodge it and glimpse his empty sockets, but it's a habit for him now to keep this part of himself hidden. Physically. Emotionally. Maybe one day he'll let that guard down in front of Zhou Zishu. Maybe.
Still, he hears that bottle of alcohol gently thunk back onto the table, temporarily abandoned. That means something.]
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Still, he hears that bottle of alcohol gently thunk back onto the table, temporarily abandoned. That means something.]
They are. I can be, as well.