[ Li doesn't say anything but Tadashi takes it as it is. He's learning to read Li's silences, even if they're a lot harder to parse than Hiro's are. Of course, he's had thirteen years with Hiro so it's not much of a comparison. The touch to his waist has him taking a half step back to give Li his space, and Tadashi tucks his hands into his pockets to settle himself with watching and filling the quiet with quiet, idle talk. ]
My aunt used to make these killer chicken wings. They were so spicy you'd feel like your face was melting.
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My aunt used to make these killer chicken wings. They were so spicy you'd feel like your face was melting.