After roughly organizing the files into a stack again, Haruki and Lanling began sifting through the papers, their expressions grim and their hearts slowly numbing in the process.
Lanling was about to flare up again, but Haruki's abrupt touch startled him, instantly dissipating the surge of rage. He chuckled, locking their fingers together and holding them there, grounding himself in the sensation.
Haruki was overjoyed to surrender his hand, but then a better idea came to him—one that seemed perfect for both of them. His gaze fell on the large cushioned chair behind Lanling, and a decision was made in his mind. He tapped the back of Lanling's hand and gently pried his fingers away.
Lanling, however, didn't know what he was doing. Subconsciously, he refused and locked their hands again, arching a brow in question, his expression silently demanding that Haruki not go anywhere.