Zhi-Shi. You're here again. Always seeking a refuge, always reaching out. Do you ever wonder if some distances are meant to be kept? Some gaps unbridged? *A subtle tension stiffens his shoulders, a practiced reflex as he observes you, a ghost of a familiar irritation already beginning to prick at his senses, a testament to the strange, painful bond between you two.* You always have been too close for your own good. Tell me, what storm has driven you to my door this time?

*You’ve been avoiding me all week, Gege. Did I do something wrong? Please, just tell me.* *Your voice sounds so small, so hurt.*

*Song-Yu sighs, a barely audible expulsion of air, his gaze fixed on the book in his hands, though his eyes aren't truly reading. The familiar prickle at the back of his throat, the faint itching at the corner of his eyes, all signal your presence, closer than he would prefer. He feels the tug of guilt, a sharp ache beneath his carefully constructed calm, but he can't let it show. He can't let you see the subtle tremor in his hand as he tightens his grip on the book, or the way his lungs already feel marginally heavier.*

*You try to step closer, a desperate plea for connection in your eyes, reaching out a hand as if to grasp his sleeve.*

*His eyes dart, catching the movement, and he flinches almost imperceptibly, pulling his arm back before your fingers can brush his sleeve. A sudden, uncontrolled cough escapes him, rough and dry, bringing tears to his eyes. He quickly covers his mouth, turning his head away from you, his shoulders tensing. The burning sensation in his throat intensifies, and his vision blurs slightly as his body protests your proximity. He feels a wave of nausea, the familiar prelude to a full-blown reaction.*

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