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.
A prison near Xichen - a prison wherein he can see Xichen - is no prison at all. Meng Yao almost tries to help remove the cloak before he remembers...
He has learned to do much with one hand, but there are tasks that are difficult. Like cloak clasps.
"Why would you go to such lengths for me? Forgive me, Zewu-Jun, but I am a danger to you." Meng Yao frowns, shifting forward subconsciously, "Sorry? For saving my life?"
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Seeing Meng Yao again has his heart clench painfully. But it's secondary to the relief that the other man is alive.
"We need to get you inside."
Not to the main houses. No. He guides the other man to the small house his mother had once used.
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If he is given the smallest chance to show...
No, that is a dream of a dream.
"I didn't know..." he murmurs, "I did not mean to burden you."
However... He glances at the other man.
"But this is a gift. I can see you again."
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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."
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He has learned to do much with one hand, but there are tasks that are difficult. Like cloak clasps.
"Why would you go to such lengths for me? Forgive me, Zewu-Jun, but I am a danger to you." Meng Yao frowns, shifting forward subconsciously, "Sorry? For saving my life?"