Jingyi, "uh, S-Sizhui.."
Sizhui tried not to seem worried, "hm?"
Jingyi, "d-did you…..?"
Sizhui, "no!"
Jingyi, "I didn't say anything yet…"
"…"
Sizhui, "just forget…it."
Jingyi, "but-!" Sizhui walked out of the room and back to the bench. He knew he couldn't stay out here much longer, it was already eight-thirty, "half and hour until nine," he thought.
Sizhui aggressively ran his fingers through his hair, he squeezed his head. "What did I do?!" He said to himself in a soft cry. He thought that he had ruined their friendship for good. By the time he went back inside thirty minutes later), he saw Jingyi pacing around the room, as if he was thinking of how to clear up something.