okay, Jin Guangyao's love language involves gift-giving, acts of service, and lying to you for your own good, but he's going to do his very best here
"Shen-di--!" he starts when the partition is flung open, and then his eyes widen when Shen Yuan's apologies burst out of him. Startled, he looks past Shen Yuan to Lan Xichen's hepless face, and then reaches out for Shen Yuan's arms to steady him, because he does look like he is on the cusp of collapsing. "Shen-di, please," he interrupts him, aiming for a tone of voice at once kind and firm, "you are not well. Please, come sit back down beside Er-ge."
First thing's first: breakfast, and the qi transfer. He deploys the most reliable of the persuasive weapons in his arsenal--the Eyes--and looks at Shen Yuan beseechingly, gently squeezing his forearms. "Please."
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okay, Jin Guangyao's love language involves gift-giving, acts of service, and lying to you for your own good, but he's going to do his very best here"Shen-di--!" he starts when the partition is flung open, and then his eyes widen when Shen Yuan's apologies burst out of him. Startled, he looks past Shen Yuan to Lan Xichen's hepless face, and then reaches out for Shen Yuan's arms to steady him, because he does look like he is on the cusp of collapsing. "Shen-di, please," he interrupts him, aiming for a tone of voice at once kind and firm, "you are not well. Please, come sit back down beside Er-ge."
First thing's first: breakfast, and the qi transfer. He deploys the most reliable of the persuasive weapons in his arsenal--the Eyes--and looks at Shen Yuan beseechingly, gently squeezing his forearms. "Please."