— hesitates. he's not a bad liar, but a half-way decent one can also usually spot when they are in the presence of someone who would read right through them on a bad day. not with all his wherewithal together, he opts for the truth in pieces, pale hands unconsciously curling a little too tight. )
Mm. Visiting.
( this time, he winces. even speaking hurts his face apparently, but he continues, tone quiet and even. )
I got lost.
( not a lie. by the time he got caught up by cheng qi's henchmen, he really had lost track. not that it would have mattered either way once they were done with him if this stranger hadn't saved him. it's that thought that has yin han raising his head, meeting those eyes — a green he has never seen before in people except with false contacts —, holding that gaze for a second before gently inclining his own head. )
Thank you for your help. I apologize for the trouble.
( for a moment, spots flicker in front of his own eyes, and it might be obvious how they unfocus. he doesn't pass out again, not fully, but it's a moment of disconnect, body slumping forward just a little, though he's coherent enough to press his palm down at his side to catch himself from slipping off the bed. )
no subject
— hesitates. he's not a bad liar, but a half-way decent one can also usually spot when they are in the presence of someone who would read right through them on a bad day. not with all his wherewithal together, he opts for the truth in pieces, pale hands unconsciously curling a little too tight. )
Mm. Visiting.
( this time, he winces. even speaking hurts his face apparently, but he continues, tone quiet and even. )
I got lost.
( not a lie. by the time he got caught up by cheng qi's henchmen, he really had lost track. not that it would have mattered either way once they were done with him if this stranger hadn't saved him. it's that thought that has yin han raising his head, meeting those eyes — a green he has never seen before in people except with false contacts —, holding that gaze for a second before gently inclining his own head. )
Thank you for your help. I apologize for the trouble.
( for a moment, spots flicker in front of his own eyes, and it might be obvious how they unfocus. he doesn't pass out again, not fully, but it's a moment of disconnect, body slumping forward just a little, though he's coherent enough to press his palm down at his side to catch himself from slipping off the bed. )