[Exactly ten minutes later, Xiao Xingchen wakes up, taking a deeper breath in than he does when sleeping. His senses filter back to him - all except one - as the warm air and fragrance greet him once more as he returns to wakefulness. He said ten minutes, so that's all it will be.
Flowers rustle under his weight as he turns himself towards where he remembers the other man laid down. Speaking before listening close for the sound of breathing, he asks:]
Are you still here?
[His faint voice could only be heard by someone right next to him. While ten minutes isn't too long, he supposes it's possible his friend might have gotten up for a moment. He could reach out and feel for him, or listen to any sound he might make, or even just note the warmth of a body near enough to him.
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Flowers rustle under his weight as he turns himself towards where he remembers the other man laid down. Speaking before listening close for the sound of breathing, he asks:]
Are you still here?
[His faint voice could only be heard by someone right next to him. While ten minutes isn't too long, he supposes it's possible his friend might have gotten up for a moment. He could reach out and feel for him, or listen to any sound he might make, or even just note the warmth of a body near enough to him.
However... he wanted to ask for some reason.]