"So, what is that serious problem?" Yi asks, looking down at Xia with penetrating eyes. His weight is still pinning and hovering over his boyfriend, refusing to move. Strands of tear, some are dried while some are still fresh, dirtied his face since he has no free hands or the will to wipe them away.
"I..." Xia stammers. He does not want to tell Yi about this because it will only cause worry. He wants to lie, but again, he knows it will be futile, for his boyfriend will see through him like an open book. "Please don't ask me. Just know that it is bad."
"How bad is it?"
"I've said not to ask."
"You should know that no matter how bad it is, I'll be there to help you. So, why*?"
"Because I know you'll be there, that is why I don't want you to be involved!" he cuts him off, eyes and voice
