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“Speak.”
“What do you want me to say?” Yangyang lifts his head up from between his knees.
“I don’t know.” Ten shifts. “The silence is just weird.”
“I thought you liked silence,” Yangyang huffs. “You’re always telling us to be quiet.”
Ten shoots Yangyang a cold Liu Yangyang, come on kind of glare. “This is different. Not with you, you know.”
“Why?”
“Are you being serious right now?”
Yangyang just blinks at him.
Ten scrubs at his face. He half-groans half-shouts. “Because you’re you and because–just look around!” Ten gestures to the front yard.
Dutifully, Yangyang looks. Right. Well, it’s definitely not…vacation ready.
There’s heavy streaks of blood on the grass, and the fence, and the path. Oh, and the cute little flower bed. The rain is doing a pathetic job at washing it away but beggars can’t be choosers?
Man, what the hell?
This was supposed to be fun .
Yangyang looks back at Ten, who is still scrubbing at his face.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Just—something!”
“But I don’t understand!” Yangyang cries helplessly.
“Yangyang,” Ten turns to him with a don’t fuck with me look, “say something so I don’t go crazy because Xiaojun and Hendery and Kun are gone, we just got an alert that there's a-an ‘outbreak’? Whatever the hell that means. My iPad died and I can’t even charge it since the power went out meaning I can’t stress draw meaning I’m?” Ten scrubs at his face again. He smashes his head between his knees as he continues, switching between Thai, Mandarin, and English so quick that it makes Yangyang dizzy, “Meaning-I don’t even know! And we already ate enough for five people and I'm away from the cats! Winwin was supposed to be here tomorrow and now we don’t even know if he’s alive, a-and I just killed?? Our cameraman??? Because he wanted to bite our heads off??? I-I don’t even eat meat and now he’s dead in our backyard and you—“ Ten glares up at Yangyang, “you always have something to talk about so, for all that’s good Yangyang, just speak.”
“Please,” Ten adds in English with a pointed exhale, rubbing his nose.
Yangyang coughs. “Ah.”
Ten being crazy is kinda hot. Not that that’s new or anything. Because...the whole Nightwalker era and all. But anyways.
Ten sniffs and watches the rain flood the pool.
“So,” Yangyang says slowly, scratching the back of his neck, “Did you know that—“