72 SECOND RAINBOW

His hand lingered on his phone, his left hand, unable to move to start the car, until he pulled up Yibo's name. Instead of calling, he sent Yibo a message to apologize, and that he'd swing by with lunch for him and the set.

The morning passed quickly without Xiao Zhan's presence, yet Yibo was reminded of his absence during the short breaks, those few minutes of allowance in between shots where he'd seen Xiao Zhan curled into the uncomfortable chair. Xiao Zhan hadn't needed to stay the entire period yesterday, but he had, and Yibo was undeniably fond of him for it. He had been angry, at the loose words, at the mention of age. Xiao Zhan had been married for a decade to another man, had had a whole life before he'd met Yibo. Yibo hadn't cared. He still didn't, but he had insecurities about whether he could match up to a man who owned two businesses, and had captured Xiao Zhan's soul and heart.