Zitao couldn't help but smile when he saw that familiar gummy laugh, snickering at the response. No matter how bad things got, as long as they always ended up laughing at each other then fuck it; the world could do it's worst.

"I never pictured you as a family guy," he said, though his tone showed that he was taking it as a joke, because come on, it had to be. Right?

He managed to get pants off at last, leaving him dressed only in boxers, bruises and bandages. But those pain killers must have been good because they had already kicked in and he felt a lot more comfortable. Still, after flicking the light switch, he lowered himself into bed gingerly upon Jiyong's request, laying flat on his back. The window blinds were shit, and the artificial light from the street was laying a soft, dingy orange glow on them.