Jian Ci shrugged. "I get it. Leila loses them all the time. You need, like, an entire pack."
Yu Xi hummed softly, already turning his gaze away, hiding the emotions that threatened to surface. Jian Ci returned to his communicator, the screen still in private mode. Yu Xi didn't want to see it. The mention of Leila left a sourness in his throat, a quiet ache he couldn't name.
Were they chatting now? Laughing? Sharing inside jokes?
Yu Xi looked out the window, watching the planet loom larger, its rings shimmering like fractured glass.
Then Jian Ci gently kicked his leg. "Would you like to choose clothes? You need a full closet."
Yu Xi turned his head sharply, the heaviness in his chest dissipating like mist in sunlight. He blinked and muttered, "Huh?" softly.
Jian Rui, eyes still locked on his floating screen, said, "Clothes. Ah-Ci will order them for you."
