[ He expected it, in truth, but it still hurt to hear his Uncle as him that. Like a jagged knife wound deep in his chest. But he's too exhausted from crying to have any sobs to give anymore, so he just clutches a little tighter. ]
Jin Ling. [ Still muffled by Jiang Cheng's robes. There's a slight pause, and mostly because he's homesick and desperately missing when he was younger and Jiang Cheng used to summon him as a child... ] ... a-Ling.
[ He would have never admitted the preference in other circumstances - too tough and too grown up to claim to want the pet name - but he badly wanted that note of familiarity in his Uncle's voice, even if it wasn't real. ]
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Jin Ling. [ Still muffled by Jiang Cheng's robes. There's a slight pause, and mostly because he's homesick and desperately missing when he was younger and Jiang Cheng used to summon him as a child... ] ... a-Ling.
[ He would have never admitted the preference in other circumstances - too tough and too grown up to claim to want the pet name - but he badly wanted that note of familiarity in his Uncle's voice, even if it wasn't real. ]