“You shouldn’t have told him,” Yifan said, and he didn’t speak again. He merely his side, away from Yixing. With the way he moved, Yixing was sure there would be green grass stains on the white fabric of his shirt, but it was still as pristine as ever.

“It felt wrong to keep it to myself,” Yixing whispered, inching closer, but not touching him. He could only hear Yifan’s breathing, and the silence of the other was beginning to get to him. “I’m sorry, Yifan.”

“It was supposed to be just us,” Yifan murmured. When Yixing sat up to view the other’s face, he found Yifan staring at the glass, his long fingers tearing at a single green blade.

“What do you mean? It still is just us.”

“He’s going to want to leave too, Yixing. He’s just like you. You told him there’s a world out there, better than the world in here, and he’s going to want to come out and see it, too.”

The smaller’s hands drifted to Yifan’s shoulders then, smoothing the white fabric over his sickly colored skin and sighed. “Why can’t it be everyone? This is no place for a human, Yifan.”

“If you say it like that,” Yifan spoke a little louder, sitting up and making Yixing’s hand fall away, “Then nowhere is a place for us.”

“We belong in a place where we’re all happy and safe. I want everyone else to feel love. I want them to all meet someone like you. Because, Yifan,” Yixing began to whisper, quite the opposite from the tense form Yifan had taken on. He cupped the other’s cheeks and rubbed his thumbs against the skin. “You’ve already shown me how to feel love. Don’t you want everyone else to feel that love?”

“Would it make you happy?”

“It would.”

“Then I want everyone else to feel loved.”