Every single time. Since they'd first met. Probably forever.
Xichen slowly, slightly, shakes his head, helping him up the steps and on inside. The house is a prison, yes. But a comfortable one. He guides Meng Yao to the bed and helps him sit, fussing a little with the cloak and checking the state of the shoulder above the missing arm.
"I wanted you here. It only took more time than expected." But he knows it had given Meng Yao time to heal.
He draws in a quiet, centering breath before finally meeting his sworn brother's eyes. There's an echo of pain, of regret.
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Date: 2019-12-31 03:40 am (UTC)From:Xichen slowly, slightly, shakes his head, helping him up the steps and on inside. The house is a prison, yes. But a comfortable one. He guides Meng Yao to the bed and helps him sit, fussing a little with the cloak and checking the state of the shoulder above the missing arm.
"I wanted you here. It only took more time than expected." But he knows it had given Meng Yao time to heal.
He draws in a quiet, centering breath before finally meeting his sworn brother's eyes. There's an echo of pain, of regret.
"I am sorry."