He looked out the window, jaw clenched, fists curled in his lap. He wasn't done, he still wanted to know, but for now, he could only give up.
***
Jian Ci carried Yu Xi on his back as they stepped into the estate, the hovercar's soft hum fading behind them. Yu Xi's arms were loosely looped around his neck, his breath warm against Jian Ci's shoulder, his body heavy with wine and silence.
Inside, Jian Wei was hunched over the coffee table, surrounded by scattered tools and glowing schematics. He looked up, brow furrowing the moment he saw them.
"What happened?" he asked, voice sharp with concern.
Jian Ci adjusted his grip. "He's a little drunk."
Jian Wei raised an eyebrow. "A little? He looks like he drank himself half to death."
"I will take him to his room," Jian Ci muttered, shifting Yu Xi's weight.
