Inspired by this post and because I couldn’t possibly resist @jockvillagersonly‘s dulcet tones challenging me. Let it be known that I am no coward.
Rain has been falling down on Wushanju in an omnipresent pitter-patter all day, effectively cutting out any other sound and making it feel like they’re completely alone in the world.
It is a rather nice feeling, especially after their latest expedition. Pangzi is quite happy to pretend no one else exist outside of their little bubble for the time being. Trouble will find them again soon enough. Or Tian Zhen will go look for trouble himself in a fit of boredom. The odds of either happening are even.
But for now, he hasn’t grown bored of staying safe at home yet, so Pangzi lets himself actually relax.
It also helps that Xiaoge is still at Wushanju too and for once, doesn’t seem to be growing restless by the day. Pangzi worries a lot less for Xiaoge than he does for Tian Zhen, but he still prefers when the three of them are under the same roof.
It makes it far easier to make sure they’re taking care of themselves properly.
Before he starts on diner preparations, he brings a fresh pot of tea to Tian Zhen, the other man still entranced by whatever he was researching this morning. That could be cause for concern, but Pangzi knows the difference between genuine curiosity and chaos-inducing curiosity with Tian Zhen. Thankfully, this looks like it still falls into the first category.
Tian Zhen barely notices him, but he moans appreciatively at his first sip of warm tea after he absently reaches for the cup and that’s acknowledgement enough to Pangzi.
Finding Xiaoge proves a bit trickier. It’s easy enough on sunny days, where Pangzi usually finds him outside lazing in a patch of sun like some kind of big cat, but rainy days are another matter entirely. If he’s not silently hanging around either of them already and not curled up in his favourite couch head buried in one novel or another, than it’s anybody’s guess where he’s holed himself up for a nap. Pangzi has honestly long since stopped being surprised as to the weird places he’s found Xiaoge napping.
It never cease to make him wince though, because it seriously can’t be comfortable. But he’s long past his days of trying to carry Xiaoge to bed. For one his attempts always resulted in Xiaoge waking up and denying he needed more rest. For two, he’d rather not pull his back if it’s not a life or death situation.
He finally finds him contorted on a windowsill. The position looks highly uncomfortable to Pangzi, but Xiaoge doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, judging from how deeply he’s sleeping. Which must be quite deeply indeed, since he’s snoring lightly. It’s not that rare an occurrence in Wushanju, where Xiaoge feels safe enough to let his guard down. But it usually happens when he’s curled up in bed between Tian Zhen and Pangzi.
He locates the nearest of the quilts he’s make a habit to left in every room of the house for this precise kind of situation and gently wraps it around Xiaoge, moving in rhythm with his breathing as to minimize the probability of him waking up. It’s not really that cold today, especially considering he’s wearing his usual hoodie, but Pangzi would rather not have Xiaoge fall sick in his old age. They’ve all had enough of hospitals for a lifetime.
Now reassured that both Tian Zhen and Xiaoge are safe and warm for the time being, he finally goes to start on dinner. He’d rather not deal with their whining if they start being hungry before the meal is ready.