Lan Xichen cradles his cup between his palms, just to feel the warmth. The Coldblood in his veins feels alien after four months, but it seems a small price to pay to return to this place, where his friend sits across from him and Jin Guangyao is at home, alive and well.
"More that it seems Luo Binghe hurt you more than he helped...?"
There is the compulsion to reach across the table, to take Shen Yuan's hands in his own and look him in the eye, to speak reassurances. He knows it won't help - even if his worst fears have been laid to rest, it doesn't mean Shen Yuan's boundaries weren't violated, and Lan Xichen has no desire to repeat Luo Binghe's folly.
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Lan Xichen cradles his cup between his palms, just to feel the warmth. The Coldblood in his veins feels alien after four months, but it seems a small price to pay to return to this place, where his friend sits across from him and Jin Guangyao is at home, alive and well.
"More that it seems Luo Binghe hurt you more than he helped...?"
There is the compulsion to reach across the table, to take Shen Yuan's hands in his own and look him in the eye, to speak reassurances. He knows it won't help - even if his worst fears have been laid to rest, it doesn't mean Shen Yuan's boundaries weren't violated, and Lan Xichen has no desire to repeat Luo Binghe's folly.