#I WAS THINKING MAYHAPS? they tried to go jogging together~? LMK IF THIS WORKS

[mythvoiced]

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

[ for june, from jìhǎi ! ]

@xinxiins | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"That's...-"

Half a shake of his head, half a scoff. It's easy to misinterpret it as derision, with the way June turns away, hands propped on his hips, weight shifted in that familiar way athletes seem to be capable of standing in a way that implies otherworldly differences between himself and whoever is struggling to keep up.

But it's not fun, it's not derisive, there's no reason to appear arrogant here, to be in any way proud of the way he's barely breaking a sweat and his chest feels full and vide, while Jìhǎi picks himself up in a way that signals an impending apology and misplaced gratitude.

"You're being ridiculous," June steps closer, wraps a careful hand around Jìhǎi's upper arm and tries to straighten his posture. It's probably more comfortable to stay hunched over when the body demands a break like that, and June is in no position to try and tell Jìhǎi how to deal with whatever had shattered his throat in one of the worst coughs he's ever heard, but he feels responsible for even dragging Jìhǎi jogging in the first place, so...

"Here, try to straighten your back a little," he's gentle, all things considered. A gentle guiding pair of hands- "Should help your lungs, come on." - and a misplaced low-level sternness to his voice that keeps souring his features the more he can't manage to figure out how to drag it back out of his tone.

"Sorry," he adds instead, because it's easier than explaining the grand disaster of snapping at his surroundings because he's unsatisfied with himself, guilty, filled to the brim with uncomfortable energy that makes numbers and letters dance uncomfortably across sheets and the mere act of slowing down and adjusting his pace to Jìhǎi's sound like a punishment from something up above.

He tries for a smile.

"I'm not being patient, I'm... clearly asking too much of you," he takes a step back, hovers as if he expects the earlier coughing fit to just drag Jìhǎi onto the floor. He could probably carry him, honestly. Which isn't a comforting thought.

"Hey, why... why don't you just sit down, I'll check if there's some sort of convenience store or something nearby, I'll get you some water?"