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For one night he had slept sweet and soundly, safe for one nightmare. The days that followed he was not as lucky. With enough coffee he managed to get through the day, but it was less than ideal. On top of that his arms still hurt like a bitch. He was still wearing the bandages, more to keep people from asking questions or getting the wrong ideas.

But he could not stray in his apartment. It drove him crazy, made him more anxious than ever before. So each day he left his place and would simply walk around town. Which is what he was planning on doing when someone called out. As far as he was aware, there was no one else in the hallway so Míngzé turned around. “Yes?” he asked to make sure they were indeed talking to him.

They had talked about this, yet part of him had hoped that the walls had been thick enough. Clearly not. Míngzé cleared his throat softly, collecting himself. “To be honest, yes, yes I did. Did you have fun listening?” he asked calmly with one cocked eyebrow. Yet, he could not keep the slightier healthier color off his otherwise pale skin. He would not let this man get under his skin that easily.