Kind of just stayed in his apartment and let things be, huh? Well, that was new. Yuan looked away from Rhys like he needed to contemplate this by looking into the uncertain, vague distance with all the random points to look at. He blinked.
He looked at Rhys, and smiled, and said, “No, it’s quite alright”, and he’d have fought anyone tooth and nail if they insisted on something else. It was alright, at least such a long time down the line, and with the man long dead and widely hated, there was no further grudge to bear. And so, relaxing, Yuan elected to listen to Rhys as he placed a question he knew could yield two possible things; a polite refusal not to go on, because there was a lot to share, and not enough beer to get them through the first chapter dubbed: the leading trio, or all jokes aside Rhys would just refuse because he wasn’t feeling up to listing people’s traits like milk, bread and eggs missing in the fridge that someone would fetch. Of course, the third option yielded some answers, and Rhys launched into an explanation, and Yuan admitted--
He vaguely wished he had popcorn.
It was plentiful, and it was colorful. It was a lot of personal opinions and Rhys’s own experiences with the people shared in a few words. It felt like there could be more. Like, for example, if Rhys could tell him more about this Law that he correctly described as hard to read (from time to time), he’d list any occasion that stood out to him the starkest and then repeat all the cases that supported his claim. With good intent. Not with the passion of a lawyer wanting to win their case, but of a child, a blue crayon in one hand, four more in the left and his mouth open in a current of words, upon words, upon words without a seeming end, from Law to Nico and then of course the boyfriend. The boyfriend, although Yuan’s mind did sort of skip at Gabriel; he didn’t want to divulge, then, his own secret, forbidden desire to eat the man. Mauled by a hybrid, Gabriel had been… it tickled something ferocious, wild in Yuan that just wanted to eat.
He smiled at Rhys, and listened, even though it got to what some might have called the point of gushing. Rhys was gushing, and he was both a pretty stellar advocate for Law himself, and similarly described Ric in such a positive light that Yuan initially wanted to suggest it wasn’t the same man. Of course, no offense; his own experiences with Ric would describe him as well-intending, though blunt, and socially clumsy, a foot in the mouth sort of curse following him but he might have changed, or Yuan might not have seen the better sides of him that Rhys witnessed. It angled his gaze away, onto the porch for a moment, where he smiled as he listened. He broke out into a chuckle eventually, as the affair with the sticky notes was revealed. It made him bring his hand up to his face as though to muffle the chuckle he’d let slip then. He looked back at Rhys.
“No, no,” he said, waving Rhys off literally with his hand, “you did well, you did what I asked for.”
Well done, something in his head growled with a bit of a darker flair. Yuan casually ignored it. Looking up in mock thought, he mused, his features gentle, “I honestly don’t know those people so well… I know Adrian. He’s a bit of an adventure. Law is…” He paused. And bowed his head, bounced his shoulder as he softly laughed. “Law. He is actually sort of hard to describe. I would call him intense in his own right.”
Soren didn’t like him, although after their latest venture, he definitely appreciated Law more than he did, what was his name, Ryan. Soren didn’t like Ryan. Some innocent voice in Yuan’s head asked-- why, but the rest of him did know why. He smiled at Rhys again, happy, and content, and chatted with the man as he helped push the swing back, and it creaked, a bit, beneath their weight. Nothing to worry about yet.
“I actually knew Adie before all this happened. And she knew Drew before he joined too but I don’t know him. I knew her. She and I--”-- are friends… who. Well. He just grinned, laugh lines forming around his eyes and lips, and he looked awkward and happy. “--are friends. We’ve been friends for a while. She’s a lovely person, I’m surprised you didn’t mention her. Perhaps because you don’t know her well?” he asked, with a tilt in his head.
It hooded his eyes, and he carried on, in a lilt that spoke for itself.
“I… Do appreciate all this, to be honest. And I’m very happy for you and your relationship, I’m glad you and Ric are doing well. May nothing happen to change that. Are you two going to mate?” he asked, with content innocence.
“Soren and I are mates. Granted, we did get there a bit… quicker.” At that, he scratched at his neck, but then angled his head up and away, realizing something--
The swing swung away.
“Reminds me, you do know I’m a hybrid, yes?” Who didn’t. “I know it’s a bit of an unusual thing to ask but could I perhaps ask you for a bit of your blood?”