Xian Le had always been too open, at least to Jun Wu. It was only natural though since Jun Wu had worked hard to build this very trust between them. He placed his unsullied hand over Xian Le's and half-whispered the words brushing against his atrophied heart, "no need, but perhaps a place to...rest?"

He really was touched by the gesture.

But he couldn't have Xian Le wasting such a precious thing on him when he himself would need it sometime later... And again, after it had been exhausted, to whom would Xian Le turn?

Jun Wu's lips curled into a small smile that he didn't bother to hide. His eyes were gentle and warm despite the obvious pain pinching at the corners.