[The first flower, he picks up and admires without realising anything is up. The second, he looks up and does a cursory check for the source. He shrugs and accepts the mystery blossoms for awhile longer -- and then he finally catches sight of a flower-carrying bird in his peripheral vision.
He sits up, watching the birds with a puzzled expression.]
[Jing Yuan was helpful for awhile, but he's quit now in favour of lounging around and watching other people work. At the moment he's enjoying a bubble tea he got somewhere and leaning against a post, oggling Yingxing without an inch of shame.]
We're going to have to make sure you never run out of projects.
[He motions to the- house, in general, shifts on his feet, and then sits down on thin air, the exact same way Jing Yuan would remember he'd usually do to meditate.]
I am fundamentally incapable of treating anyone properly, do you think I have not tried? Do you think I wanted to be like this? Even as I look upon you now I want to tear out your throat and burn this place to ashes and all of you with it.
[He is telling the floor this. It's a little muffled.]
You know what I am like. You have my full dossier backed up in your ship's cold storage. I had faith that you would stay with me like all the times we have stayed together. Was I wrong? Tell me now.
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