The walk along the echoing concourse felt achingly long.

沿着回声四起广场行走感觉漫长得令痛苦。

They faced one another idiotically, each of them unable to impress the other, each of them tremendously, achingly, bored.

他们白痴地面对着彼此， 他们个都无法打动对方， 他们个都非常、痛苦、无聊。

The second he steps backstage, there's a hand on his back, the achingly familiar gravity of someone else's body reentering his space before it even touches his, a clean, familiar scent light in the air between.

他一踏进后台， 就有一只手放在了他背上，体在接触到他空间前就重新进入了他空间，这种熟悉重力在空气中弥漫着干净、熟悉气味。