To say it’s been a long day would be an understatement. Between the performances and the interview portions and the endless stream of fans, Zee is exhausted. He can feel the ache set in, his back one tense line of pain that he can’t shake free of. It drives home the fact he’s getting older, that his youth is slowly but surely sifting through his fingers until all he’s left with is the memory of having more energy. A memory that feels distant, his tiredness a shroud that falls over him, clinging tightly even as he tries to focus his attention on Saint.
He looks beautiful. He always looks beautiful.
Exquisitely crafted, this creates a gorgeous mood, slow and sweet and hot as anything.