[ that's all right. he was already heading right back there, the sun's warmth a luxurious reminder of how it felt to be all twisted up together last night. it's not the kind of thing you want to think of when you're dozing off in a public place, but again, impulse control. none to be found here. it's a nice daydream to drift off into, but then there's someone kicking at his sneaker and his lashes are fluttering, finding it very hard to open up when his eyelids feel like they weigh a ton.

not that that matters when he hears qi fang's voice. then he's awake, groaning as he scrubs a hand over his bandaged face. fuck, right. he forgot. he was supposed to be coming up with an excuse. he's lucky that qi fang comes in clutch and supplies one for him, even if the way he goes about it leaves him bright red in the face. ]

Shit. Yeah. About that...

[ his bleary eyes take a second to focus, so it's only then that he realizes he's being offered food. it's been a long while; his stomach grumbles, warning him that refusing this gesture is not an option. reki takes it and jerks his head towards the spot beside him, just in case qi fang's interested in sticking around. ]

Thanks. Anyway, what'll it take for me to convince you to let me hold those notes for another night?