Limo looked at him for a moment.
"I know.." he said quietly. "I could tell this morning. The way you looked." He paused. "You look so much better.."
Guiying looked at his food.
"Yeah" he said.
Limo nodded and did not push, which was one of the things about him that had always been true. He knew when to ask and when to simply accept what he was given.
He refilled Guiying's bowl without being asked.
They talked for the rest of the afternoon about everything and nothing.
About Limo's classmates in Canada.
About a restaurant near the campus that had genuinely good ramen and the three hour bus ride Limo had taken every Saturday for a year just to eat there.
About music, about the industry, about what Limo actually wanted to build now that he was home and had the resources to build it.
Guiying listened, asked questions, laughed at the right moments and felt, with increasing clarity, that he had missed this more than he had allowed himself to know.
At some point Limo made tea.
