Jian Ci carried Yu Xi in his arms, the weight of him warm and pliant. Yu Xi wasn't difficult when drunk. He was just clingy. He murmured nonsense against Jian Ci's shoulder, his breath soft against his neck, arms loosely looped around him like he never wanted to let go.
Not that Jian Ci was complaining. He reached the hover car and gently leaned Yu Xi against the side, one arm still bracing him as he fumbled with the door. His communicator buzzed.
Without looking, he answered, assuming it was Jian Rui checking in. "Yeah?" he said, distracted. A brittle voice came through, laced with a sniffle.
"Ci-ge… you celebrated Yu Xi's birthday and didn't even invite me? I am your girlfriend. And he… he's your best friend, but you didn't invite me."
Jian Ci froze for a beat, then sighed as he helped Yu Xi into the passenger seat. Yu Xi slumped forward, obedient and pliant, letting Jian Ci buckle him in without protest.
