The movie had reached its final fight by the time Lingyun stopped complaining about his ribs and fell asleep against my shoulder.
He hadn't admitted he was sleeping. According to him, he was only closing his eyes so his body could concentrate on healing faster, but his breathing had deepened several minutes ago, and his hand had gone still beneath the edge of my shirt.
I left it there.
Yuche remained beside me with one hand resting on my thigh, while Chenghai still held my ankle at the other end of the sectional. Zhenlan had leaned more heavily against my knee sometime during the movie, and my fingers remained buried in his hair.
Moving would've meant disturbing at least three people and waking Lingyun, who would probably interpret that as an invitation to continue what his ribs had interrupted.
There were worse ways to become trapped.
The credits had started rolling when the baby vine lifted both leaf-heads from my lap.
See? Something always comes to fuck it up.
