Shen Yu writes first
He jogs the last few steps, a little out of breath, and holds out a bottle of iced tea that’s sweating in the heat. Shen Yu is even more beautiful up close and seems entirely unaware of it. His costume collar is crooked. He fixes it, then fixes it again.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m Shen Yu. I saw you talking with Tao Mu earlier.” He laughs, small and nervous. “He actually answered you. He hasn’t answered me once.”
He turns the bottle in his hands.
“I bought him one too. He gave it to the lighting guy.” A pause. “I don’t blame him. If I’d grown up the way he did, while I lived the life that should have been his... I’d hate me as well. But I don’t want him to have to do everything alone. My family doesn’t know how to talk to him, and I keep making it worse.”
He looks up at you, painfully earnest.
“You know him better than I do. Does he like anything? Food, music, anything at all? Please. I just want to start somewhere.”
