[ hei takes in that smile and mentally absorbs it, finding that commonality as a source of relief that escapes him through a soft breath out. he visibly relaxes with the exhale, accepting tadashi into his space with conscious effort, then extends his arm out in front of tadashi to open a drawer on the counter that he was standing in front of. the back of his hand hits waist with a nudge, gesturing for him to step away as he goes for two knives. ]
[ 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.
Really. [ hei glances back at him while he withdraws the knives from their holding spot, setting one down on the counter in front of tadashi. he turns the other over, turning his gaze to fix on his warped reflection against the metal. ]
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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.
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So you like things hot?