Xichen slowly releases Jin Guangyao's shoulders with a muttered apology, trying not to think about how this may be the last time he will likely ever touch the other man.
(Because now they cannot even have that, not without the faint acknowledgement of this thing between them, too big and bloodstained and painful to touch now.)
"Yes," he says, because something like normalcy needs to intrude on this. Busywork and such, to keep away the dark things slinking through the night.
(But even the talismans didn't work and he tries not to think about it, because right now he'll take anything to take the edge off right now, even if it's a placebo.)
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(Because now they cannot even have that, not without the faint acknowledgement of this thing between them, too big and bloodstained and painful to touch now.)
"Yes," he says, because something like normalcy needs to intrude on this. Busywork and such, to keep away the dark things slinking through the night.
(But even the talismans didn't work and he tries not to think about it, because right now he'll take anything to take the edge off right now, even if it's a placebo.)