( yin han understands more of ash's tone than his words, and while he tenses up at first when the unexpected savior slips an arm around and under, he also is able to make the snap judgment to let him based on one thing: he doesn't want to stay here. he wonders if he misheard, or just doesn't know the words, to have heard "snow angels", not knowing the meaning, brow pinching even as he does indeed follow how he guides him. his alternative is to stay like easy prey for anyone else who might follow up or come by, and so he chances that this person who took the trouble to rescue him didn't do it just to kill him a little later.
close by though it is, yin han can't stop shaking all the way to the bar and even once they're inside. some of it is cold, and most of it is shock. beneath all that: some self revulsion. there's no way he could enter cheng jingsen's world the way he himself is now. never mind that he's heard from chang yu that he would be appealing, a type that cheng jingsen would be lured in by. it's not enough if this is the kind of thing he'll have to contend with.
his mind preoccupied and muddled, it takes him a long moment to even notice they've come inside anywhere. maybe it's the shift to warmer temperature, or maybe it's just that yin han has reached his limit. )
Ah...
( he wants to say "thank you" or "i apologize", wants to ask this person his name.
instead, his blurred vision swims and then goes completely dark as his legs give out on him completely. fortunately or unfortunately, yin han won't remain unconscious for longer than ten minutes or so, but for the moment, he's gone to the world, the beginnings of a fever spiking across his pale skin. )
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close by though it is, yin han can't stop shaking all the way to the bar and even once they're inside. some of it is cold, and most of it is shock. beneath all that: some self revulsion. there's no way he could enter cheng jingsen's world the way he himself is now. never mind that he's heard from chang yu that he would be appealing, a type that cheng jingsen would be lured in by. it's not enough if this is the kind of thing he'll have to contend with.
his mind preoccupied and muddled, it takes him a long moment to even notice they've come inside anywhere. maybe it's the shift to warmer temperature, or maybe it's just that yin han has reached his limit. )
Ah...
( he wants to say "thank you" or "i apologize", wants to ask this person his name.
instead, his blurred vision swims and then goes completely dark as his legs give out on him completely. fortunately or unfortunately, yin han won't remain unconscious for longer than ten minutes or so, but for the moment, he's gone to the world, the beginnings of a fever spiking across his pale skin. )