"An immortal archaeologist. That's a good one," Milo laughed, picturing Yi Long as something more than some rich guy's spoiled son, "No, I don't suspect him of some sort of black magic or anything crazy, but I'm definitely intrigued to learn a bit more about him. Unlike becoming a federal crime fighter, I'm not sure archaeology is a hereditary kind of job."<br/><br/>Smiling, he looked over at the woman. Yi Long wasn't the only one she was curious about.<br/><br/>"So why did you choose digs? Are you some immortal stuck on the past, dove?"<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>The long walk home seemed short to An Bo. Who knew anger made the time fly by? All he could see, or rather, what he couldn't see, was the lantern being blown out. It played over in his mind. Something about knowing that Lengxie was in there, with Wuqing, the lights off... It bugged him. Maybe he'd been wrong? Maybe they weren't only on sibling terms. He'd never thought that Wuqing would aspire for a man like Lengxie.<i>What kind of man is he? </i>To be honest with himself, An Bo couldn't answer that question, but the way his eyes had looked when they'd been attacked... That wasn't something An Bo think he could ever come to respect. An Bo's hands started to ache, the muscles cramping from being balled so long. His breathing was heavy, thick with rage, and for once, An Bo didn't want to try to calm himself down. He wanted to yell, shout, scream to the gods for this night's events to be wiped from his mind.<br/><br/>Was she attracted to him? All the talks they'd had, all the visits she'd made to the school, the time they'd spent together... How did she honestly feel about him? How did she feel about Lengxie? Whenever he'd get brought into conversation, she'd talk like he was truly family, not a lover, but a big brother. During the fight, he even heard her say, "ni de meimei."<br/><br/>Was he just imagining things? Maybe whatever had happened to him happened often? Maybe she overworked herself, and needed him to carry her, and he knew that? No, the way he held her... An Bo looked down at his own arms, much smaller, more used to carrying tomes and children than a woman. Would any woman even look at him the way Wuqing did with a Constable like Lengxie around? An Bo could fight, but he knew he was no Constable. His spirit wanted to fight though, he wanted to keep Lengxie away from Wuqing, for her safety, and for her love.<br/><br/><i>LOVE?!? </i>An Bo yelled at himself. They'd barely gotten to know each other. Walks and conversations about everyday didn't make love. He knew that being close to someone was more. It was like having a family member, without the pain of being actual family. Someone who you could confide in, talk to, enjoy being around. Is that something An Bo provided Wuqing?