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[ the hand is somewhat grounding, it proves that this isn't a ruse, or a mirage that'll dissipate into mist the moment he moves a hand through it. and takes one step, then another, and silently falls in stride with the man beside him. he... he doesn't dare to look up at him, still not quite convinced, even by all the obvious signs. it's a heap of emotions all tangled up in his head and he's doing his best to sort them out as they walk. he wants to say something, to start talking, but every time he opens his mouth for something, anything, he just deflates, swallows.

damn it Jin Ling, get your act together! this can't be easy on this man— his father either. ]