[ no exciting plans, he says. fei du could easily make another wisecrack at that - of course you don't have any plans, i don't think you've had plans outside of work in a decade - or he could point out the difference, technically, in their schedules, even if fei du is more diurnal by necessity and stubbornness than a creature of the night. he could say a lot of things.
but in the weird peace of a domestic dinner, the only thing that he says is - ] Alright.
[ because that's... fine. a night in, spent with wenzhou, picking at dinner, having this cold war with his cat, is... fine. fei du hasn't had a simple night in in his entire life, really. even at home when he's alone, he's doing something, whether it's carefully spinning the metaphorical threads of the guanyao project's undoing, or finding the people impacted by it and supporting them, or alone in his dark basement with repetitive images of violence and enough electric shock to leave him gasping but never dead, he's always doing something.
and yet. he puts a piece of tofu in his mouth, and for some reason, it feels like it tastes even sweeter. ]
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but in the weird peace of a domestic dinner, the only thing that he says is - ] Alright.
[ because that's... fine. a night in, spent with wenzhou, picking at dinner, having this cold war with his cat, is... fine. fei du hasn't had a simple night in in his entire life, really. even at home when he's alone, he's doing something, whether it's carefully spinning the metaphorical threads of the guanyao project's undoing, or finding the people impacted by it and supporting them, or alone in his dark basement with repetitive images of violence and enough electric shock to leave him gasping but never dead, he's always doing something.
and yet. he puts a piece of tofu in his mouth, and for some reason, it feels like it tastes even sweeter. ]