[ Seeing as the hand is well received, Zixuan allows it to slide across A-Ling's back to the other side, until his whole arm is resting over the boy's shoulders. His own father hadn't really ever touched him in this way, but he thinks he would have liked it if he had.
They walk, as slowly as necessary, out of the gate and back towards the quiet of the city at night. They come across a square, with a small fountain surrounded by stone benches. Zixuan ushers the pair of them over to one and sits down, urging A-Ling to sit beside him. ]
Why don't you talk to me. Tell me about-- [ There so much for him to learn. Even putting aside the circumstances of his and Yanli's deaths, there's Ling's childhood, his likes and dislikes. Who has been raising him and caring for him in their absence. It's... A lot to ask for, all at once, Zixuan realizes. Better to start small. ]
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They walk, as slowly as necessary, out of the gate and back towards the quiet of the city at night. They come across a square, with a small fountain surrounded by stone benches. Zixuan ushers the pair of them over to one and sits down, urging A-Ling to sit beside him. ]
Why don't you talk to me. Tell me about-- [ There so much for him to learn. Even putting aside the circumstances of his and Yanli's deaths, there's Ling's childhood, his likes and dislikes. Who has been raising him and caring for him in their absence. It's... A lot to ask for, all at once, Zixuan realizes. Better to start small. ]
Tell me about yourself?