Dan Heng wonders if it's a short-lived species thing. To him, the time he's spent with the Express feels more like a blip compared to the decades he'd spent in the Shackling Prison. Even this, with Welt, feels like it'll be fleeting, from the way they sit together to the way Dan Heng's hand remains on the cushion between them, resting as innocently as it possibly can.
The tip of his pinky brushes the side of Welt's hand, tentative.
"I suppose you and Himeko have picked up a lot of strays since me, though."
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Dan Heng wonders if it's a short-lived species thing. To him, the time he's spent with the Express feels more like a blip compared to the decades he'd spent in the Shackling Prison. Even this, with Welt, feels like it'll be fleeting, from the way they sit together to the way Dan Heng's hand remains on the cushion between them, resting as innocently as it possibly can.
The tip of his pinky brushes the side of Welt's hand, tentative.
"I suppose you and Himeko have picked up a lot of strays since me, though."