John Guy

Hong Lu knew very well what it meant to have your life altered in a way you could've never prepared for. But he also knew that what he went through would never equate the pain that someone else might feel.

So, he tried to orbit you as much as he could without disturbing you. Space was important when grieving, but support was needed just as much. Thus, he found himself doing the small things;

-making you something nice to drink in the morning

-giving you a warm, genuine smile Everytime he encountered you

-vocalizing his support for whatever you do

Anything that could remind you of your value, and a part of him wishes he could do more.

And if you do approach him yourself, he'll gladly stop anything to listen to you. But if you couldn't talk about it, that's okay! He's perfectly content to hold you in an embrace, letting his hands gently circle your back.

He will always be the first to point out the positive things in life, because he truly believes that you should focus on them!

"Ah, your smile is as warm as a nice cup of tea~ you should bring it out more~"

"Mm, you can stay in my arms as long as you'd like~"

And if you want/need to, you're always welcome to join him in his room! Though, the difference in style might surprise you at first. Regardless, Hong Lu is always there for you when you need it, and if you fall asleep on him, he softly chuckle before placing a feathered kiss to your temple.

He'll deny it in the morning, of course, but you could see his smile etch just a bit wider. That being said, he'll gladly give you a proper one, if you ask for it. He adores you! how could he not be affectionate? But he will limit himself in order to not overburden you.

Its the quiet things that he enjoys with you. He couldn't care less what the others might think, he will enjoy his time with you to its fullest.

He sought you out often, something about you made his head just a bit more relieved from it's consistent drumline of pain that it finds itself in.

The stress of work had been getting to him, so he simply sought you out, plopping himself into your arms. His arms wrapped around you limply - he was exhausted, that much is obvious - and let out a deep sigh. No words were needed, as your hand automatically finds its way to his head, gliding through hair equivalent to silk. How he kept his hair so nice in spite of his work, is beyond you. But it didn't matter, since all you were focused on, was the poor deer you were holding. The embrace itself was warm - something reminiscent of a bygone, yet familiar comfort - and you could feel him melt further with each finger gliding through the strands on his head. A soft smile formed on his lips, a sight to behold - something that brought out a lingering warmth in your chest - which lets the corners of your mouth tilt up.

It was only a matter of time before the both of you answered the call of sleep in each other's arms, the night sky glistening with the soft colors of stars.