[Baffled, even more incredulous (if that were possible) silence meets A-Yao's announcement that he's dating Huaisang and it's apparently serious.]
You're what.
[His confusion routes half to anger and he can feel himself puffing up with it. Because Huaisang. Huaisang.
Who is. Not his Huaisang just like A-Yao isn't his Meng Yao. That doesn't seem to matter to his hindbrain, which is warbling at him that he needs to do something, anything, about this. He tenses, fingers clutching the bottle of booze in his hand in an involuntary twitch toward a weapon. It's not blind fury, though, which means that he can see A-Yao sitting there with a confessional anxiety in his every fiber and see him as A-Yao.
Thus the confusion wins.]
Huaisang?! [Huaisang's name is a demand and a question.] You both—he called you the enemy. You both cried on me. You—
[He yanks back a moment. Because if there would be anything the two of them were aware of it would be the ridiculous history that Mingjue had never lived. He changes tack and holds out a palm, alos demanding.]
no subject
You're what.
[His confusion routes half to anger and he can feel himself puffing up with it. Because Huaisang. Huaisang.
Who is. Not his Huaisang just like A-Yao isn't his Meng Yao. That doesn't seem to matter to his hindbrain, which is warbling at him that he needs to do something, anything, about this. He tenses, fingers clutching the bottle of booze in his hand in an involuntary twitch toward a weapon. It's not blind fury, though, which means that he can see A-Yao sitting there with a confessional anxiety in his every fiber and see him as A-Yao.
Thus the confusion wins.]
Huaisang?! [Huaisang's name is a demand and a question.] You both—he called you the enemy. You both cried on me. You—
[He yanks back a moment. Because if there would be anything the two of them were aware of it would be the ridiculous history that Mingjue had never lived. He changes tack and holds out a palm, alos demanding.]
Give me your wrist.