<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/leeminho4_zps6hoyvzok.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Qin Shirong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381696#msg12381696)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco, California | 3rd February 2013, Sunday | 5. 00 AM-ish<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Markus | Closed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pajamas (http://g03.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1_P7dLVXXXXcqXpXXq6xXFXXXM/Pyjamas-men-Pijama-Sexy-male-pajamas-Men-s-pajamas-spring-and-autumn.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br/><strong>Content:</strong><em>Secrets between best friends are never a good thing.</em><br/><hr/><br/>There was subtleness to him when it came to his true emotions though, at times, he could display them by just his actions. Shirong was never a person to be very vocal with how he truly felt but mere actions usually spoke louder than words. Right now with the little act of kindness from his part, the Chinese man had allowed his Canadian friend to relax on the black leather couch in the living room while he busied himself with preparing coffee for them both. As much as he was convincing that he was making coffee for his best friend; in truth, Shirong needed the brief duration apart from the tall man to gather his thoughts to himself firstly.<br/><br/>He only recently discovered his extra-ordinary abilities some months ago and he had been very quiet about it as of late. There were urges to tell somebody; mostly wanting to keep this secret off his shoulder and just, well,<em>tell somebody</em>. But the news surrounding the Evolved had been bad, some much worse than others but none of them were ever good. Fear was already embedded into every normal humans and they were treating the Evolved as if they were dangerous nuisance — all thanks to Tac-6 and the news exaggerating a lot of what was going on.<br/><br/>There were times when he felt like picking his smartphone to dial Markus' number to talk to him, but he always back out in the very end. Even during the times with Markus would call him or vice versa, Shirong had to refrain himself from ever mentioning anything about his abilities to his friend. Perhaps it was his way to save his friend from any further problems and Shirong, out of friendship, didn't want to put him in any danger. Perhaps it was his own fear that Markus would turn on him instead if he ever found out.<br/><br/>But there were more important matters to worry about, and quite frankly, he was concerned about his friend; especially seeing on how quiet his friend was being. It was very strange for Markus to drop by his apartment so randomly and without any notifications. He knew that it wasn't like Markus at all and the solemn expression upon the taller man's face didn't helped either. But it seemed his lips were sealed; as if Markus was clinging onto this secret of his with his entire life depending on it, and the Asian man couldn't help but wonder about it.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he focused on the task at hand as he handled his automatic espresso machine with utmost care. Maybe Markus would had laugh at him — and really, Shirong was certain that he did — but the Chinese man had a deep adoration for a very good cup of coffee. Perhaps that was why he splurged on getting a very good espresso machine for home usage and he had been using the machine faithfully every morning ever since. Still, after he steamed the milk and brewed two cups of coffee, he placed the cups onto a tray and brought them out to the living room to lay it upon the coffee table.<br/><br/>"Here," he gave one coffee filled with steamed milk to Markus and took his own coffee, which he preferred black with one spoonful of sugar. After that was done, there was an awkward silence filling in the room as Shirong gave an expectant look to Markus, mostly to see on whether the long-haired man would answer his question. When it seemed like the other man wasn't going to say anything, the dark-haired man felt there wasn't much he could do —<em>or could he</em>?<br/><br/>He never liked to breach into people's privacy but ever since he found out about his mental abilities, Shirong had found great use for such gift. It helped him a great deal when it came to his profession, that was for certain. But even until now, he hadn't quite a good control over his telepathy and at times, he would find himself overwhelmed with thoughts from random people near him to where he couldn't shut them off. Still, he reached his mind out to Markus and within a moment, he felt the tickling sensation within his mind and then a<em>connection</em>. Immediately, thoughts not his own were flooding into his mind and he could see pictures behind his eyes. His eyes widened as he witnessed the memory and it didn't take long for him to realize something — Markus was just like him.<br/><br/><em>Blessedness that was Kuan Yin, have mercy on this poor, unfortunate soul.</em><br/><br/>Any intention to speak was quickly erased as the Chinese man was oddly quiet ever since he sat down and sipped his coffee. Confusion and irritation altered into realization and shock before shifting into another emotion; another emotion which Markus might be surprised to even realize that Shirong could ever feel despite the Chinese man wasn't a heartless bastard in any sense —<em>sympathy</em>.<br/><br/>".. Hey," Shirong finally spoke, his tone softened to sound slightly solemn with a mixture of understanding from his part, "You don't need to tell me anything.<em>I know</em>."