"No, I don't want to leave you." Meng Yao told him as he leaned into his touch and enjoyed how soft it was, how he was looking at him, the way it almost melted him entirely. He had no tenderness from anyone else and all drawbacks aside, it was nice, in some ways, to have someone who wanted him. He had been rejected constantly through his life, why not indulge in someone who cared.

"I'm your good boy, I wouldn't leave." He wanted to go outside. He wanted to go back to work. He wanted his life back. Yet, at the same time, he felt like he wanted this. Or maybe he had just talked himself into wanting it. "The world is bad. Everyone is an asshole. I don't want to ever see anyone else but you."

And that part felt true. Strangely.