[Xiao Xingchen's fingertips linger on the scaled patches, before he quickly lets his hand fall back to his side. This is a bizarre "blessing" that they have to deal with the aftermath, but at least he can help with it, somewhat.]
Come sit over here.
[He leads the man to the couch, not letting go of his hand. Then, once they're both seated, he reaches for his shoulder again.]
I won't do it if you don't like it, but if this will heal you faster...
[Pulling the man to him, he brings them together in a hug.
In their coffin home, A-Qing had no compunctions about latching onto Xiao Xingchen, and he would hug her back if he wasn't occupied with something else. He can't recall them ever having this kind of contact, perhaps aside from carrying him off the side of the road. Much less did he expect that A-Qing and the other man ever got closer than the length of her bamboo staff.
Perhaps blood now stains his own robes, but that doesn't matter right now.]
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Come sit over here.
[He leads the man to the couch, not letting go of his hand. Then, once they're both seated, he reaches for his shoulder again.]
I won't do it if you don't like it, but if this will heal you faster...
[Pulling the man to him, he brings them together in a hug.
In their coffin home, A-Qing had no compunctions about latching onto Xiao Xingchen, and he would hug her back if he wasn't occupied with something else. He can't recall them ever having this kind of contact, perhaps aside from carrying him off the side of the road. Much less did he expect that A-Qing and the other man ever got closer than the length of her bamboo staff.
Perhaps blood now stains his own robes, but that doesn't matter right now.]