So attuned. A part of him is ashamed for how desperate he needs this man. The old part of him. The part they're trying to bring back for more than a few minutes at a time.
Mingjue's grip is tight as his arms wrap around Xichen. He presses his face to the other's neck to breathe in with an absent hum of an answer. "Spoke," a single, rough word. But there's a flicker of delight he'd managed even that much. Most days he can't, yet. But there's hope for the future.
His breath catches at the press of lips, his fingers curling into fabric as he makes a soft sound, his eyes closing. "Good. You're doing better." But it's going to take time to build him up, to get him able to do more and function for longer periods.
Xichen settles easily, letting Mingjue's weight pin him down against the cushion, fingers curling in his hair as his head tips back, resting against the cushion.
"Da Ge." It's soft, fingers smoothing through the other man's hair.
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Date: 2020-09-20 06:47 pm (UTC)From:Mingjue's grip is tight as his arms wrap around Xichen. He presses his face to the other's neck to breathe in with an absent hum of an answer. "Spoke," a single, rough word. But there's a flicker of delight he'd managed even that much. Most days he can't, yet. But there's hope for the future.
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Date: 2020-09-20 06:53 pm (UTC)From:"Come and sit. You need to rest."
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Date: 2020-09-20 07:39 pm (UTC)From:Sit.
Rest.
Hm.
Without releasing his hold on his lover, he guides them to the nearest cushion before pressing Xichen down and following.
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Date: 2020-09-20 07:42 pm (UTC)From:"Da Ge." It's soft, fingers smoothing through the other man's hair.