[In other words: he'd had somebody special, and he'd died for them.
Yunlan lets his breath trickle out, looking down at his notes and feeling like a complete ass. That's not the kind of love he can compete with. Honestly -- he doesn't think he wants to compete with any kind of love; the idea of stealing someone out of a happy relationship leaves him cold.
And hitting on Shen Wei right now is trying to pick up a man who'd been widowed a week and a half ago. (Even if he'd been making someone else a widow instead, they're parted by death now. Close enough.) No, Minako's going to have to wait for that promised selfie. Zhao Yunlan's learning, belatedly, a little compassion and discretion.]
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Yunlan lets his breath trickle out, looking down at his notes and feeling like a complete ass. That's not the kind of love he can compete with. Honestly -- he doesn't think he wants to compete with any kind of love; the idea of stealing someone out of a happy relationship leaves him cold.
And hitting on Shen Wei right now is trying to pick up a man who'd been widowed a week and a half ago. (Even if he'd been making someone else a widow instead, they're parted by death now. Close enough.) No, Minako's going to have to wait for that promised selfie. Zhao Yunlan's learning, belatedly, a little compassion and discretion.]
... They were lucky to have you.