[Yingxing, while normally self-sufficient (like a succulent), sometimes had a streak of clinginess so intense even he was surprised by the strength of it (like strangling ivy).
He'd been well on his way to one of these. He knew Peony had some sort of avoidant attachment style (he'd read on it, trying to figure out what he might be possibly doing wrong, because Yingxing was a guy who fixed things), and he knew he had to have patience, but he couldn't help having to have his phone on himself more than usual.
So. The door opens after a thud, to Yingxing with his glasses askew.]
Oh. Hi. [He stares for a moment, then opens the door.] Come in.
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He'd been well on his way to one of these. He knew Peony had some sort of avoidant attachment style (he'd read on it, trying to figure out what he might be possibly doing wrong, because Yingxing was a guy who fixed things), and he knew he had to have patience, but he couldn't help having to have his phone on himself more than usual.
So. The door opens after a thud, to Yingxing with his glasses askew.]
Oh. Hi. [He stares for a moment, then opens the door.] Come in.