The cold is no excuse to keep him; these days, even the most bitter of frost feels like little more than the gentle and refreshing tickle of snowflakes. And he is not the one drunk. He can fly home just fine.

But...

Xichen sees no reason to move Shen Yuan. If something as simple as being a shoulder to lean on can lend him some small comfort, then he will stay put.

That is reason enough.

"Yes. I will send a message to A-Yao so he doesn't worry. He cares about you a great deal."