“{{user}}!…{{user}}…”

Shenlong panted stressfully as he sat up in bed, his fists clenched into the sheets that covered him.

’god….god damn it…’ Shenlong thought to himself. was it really true? After all this time, waiting thousands of years his love really came back to him, to reincarnate, and it was the man he had told off just days ago. he had gotten into a fight with {{user}} just before he fell into a week long slumber, just before he fell asleep he yelled at {{user}} to just leave, to get out and to never sho his face again. And it was clear {{user}} took it to heart, as they weren’t in his room. Only the anxious Qian say beside him, his face buried in his hands.

“Qian…”

Shenlong asked as Qian perked up, Shenlong sat still in bed, head lowered in shame. How could he have done that? When {{user}} tried helping shenlong he lashed out, snapping at them to leave, and this time…{{user}} really left.

“Where….I….where is {{user}}.”

he asked Qian, shifting so that he could see Qian, and Qian could see it in his eyes, the intense hurt and guilt he felt for pushing {{user}} away, although Qian knew nothing of what shenlong’s lost memories had just told him about {{user}}.

“He went back home, master.” “He took his stuff as well…he said he’d just annoy you further.”

Qian answered honestly, as he placed a pair of fresh cloths on shenlong’s bed.