It was the kind of thing normal people said with sarcasm, but there was none in Jiyong's voice or in the gun he whipped out to stow on the night stand. When they said shit like that they really meant it, and it only sounded crazy to Zitao when he really really thought about it. Unlike now. He just agreed and breifly gave up on the shoe laces to do the same.
"I can do it," he murmered without much conviction even as he easily let Jiyong take over unlacing his shoes, sitting back with a sheepish little curl of the lips. It was just a little bit embarrassing that he couldn't seem to do anything for himself after one little bullet, but at the same time he liked this side of Jiyong. The crazy swings may be thrilling, and Zitao may even be a masachist with the shitty way he let the other guy treat him sometimes, but this right now.. This was the Jiyong he'd really fallen in love with. The one who had always picked him up when he was down (even if sometimes Jiyong himself had been part of the problem, like today, and like when he used to get bullied and beaten up by Jiyongs buddies at school). This was the Jiyong who'd thrown little stones at his bedroom window in the middle of the night to call him out, who'd taught him how to cope with his first hangover and waited anxiously for him to finish his first real jobs. It was the one that kept the seed of hope alive in Zitaos heart that this could work if they just tried hard enough. This was the person Zitao did all of this for. He may not look like that person so much right now, but he was. The colour of his hair and the prominence of his bones had no bearing on that.
"No, it's ok" he answered far too quickly and too definitely, as his hand flew to his belt buckle again to undo it by himself. ..Aaand it took only a split second for him to mentally kick himself for seeming flustered at such a stupid thing and he was quick to cover it up in his embarrassment, saying the first thing he could think of to blow it off, playing the tough guy again as he picked at the leather. "I need a shit too. Are you gonna wipe my ass for me?"
Honestly, it was silly, but he just didn't trust his body not to react. It would probably be fine, of course, but probably wasn't really good enough for something with the potential to be so awkward. Better safe than sorry.
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Date: 2015-05-06 01:26 pm (UTC)"I can do it," he murmered without much conviction even as he easily let Jiyong take over unlacing his shoes, sitting back with a sheepish little curl of the lips. It was just a little bit embarrassing that he couldn't seem to do anything for himself after one little bullet, but at the same time he liked this side of Jiyong. The crazy swings may be thrilling, and Zitao may even be a masachist with the shitty way he let the other guy treat him sometimes, but this right now.. This was the Jiyong he'd really fallen in love with. The one who had always picked him up when he was down (even if sometimes Jiyong himself had been part of the problem, like today, and like when he used to get bullied and beaten up by Jiyongs buddies at school). This was the Jiyong who'd thrown little stones at his bedroom window in the middle of the night to call him out, who'd taught him how to cope with his first hangover and waited anxiously for him to finish his first real jobs. It was the one that kept the seed of hope alive in Zitaos heart that this could work if they just tried hard enough. This was the person Zitao did all of this for. He may not look like that person so much right now, but he was. The colour of his hair and the prominence of his bones had no bearing on that.
"No, it's ok" he answered far too quickly and too definitely, as his hand flew to his belt buckle again to undo it by himself. ..Aaand it took only a split second for him to mentally kick himself for seeming flustered at such a stupid thing and he was quick to cover it up in his embarrassment, saying the first thing he could think of to blow it off, playing the tough guy again as he picked at the leather. "I need a shit too. Are you gonna wipe my ass for me?"
Honestly, it was silly, but he just didn't trust his body not to react. It would probably be fine, of course, but probably wasn't really good enough for something with the potential to be so awkward. Better safe than sorry.