[ Yi Sang stares at his own reflection in Hong Lu's mismatched eyes. He listens to his companion's rationales. It all sounds very reasonable to him. He does not think he'd mind being dug up in order to respond to any of Hong Lu's questions. He does not think he'd mind being roused from his sleep to bend his ear to Hong Lu's words.

It's nice to know that Hong Lu would offer him the quiet of an unmarked grave.

Yi Sang would gladly share that space with him. ]

It could.

[ It's easy to imagine what it might be like while lying here next to Hong Lu. Yi Sang feels the other's hand curl more securely around his own. It doesn't feel like Hong Lu will let him go anytime soon, and he finds he doesn't mind that at all. ]

I do not believe either of us have met their demise just yet, but perhaps we may call this room our shared grave.

[ If the living room is about the size of one of Hong Lu's closets, then surely it is plenty of space for a coffin they might call their new home.

He pauses for a moment, gaze drifting away from Hong Lu's as it falters with some uncertainty. Even after the picture Hong Lu painted with his words, Yi Sang would not wish to impose himself on the other Sinner. ]

...only if you might allow it, of course.