[ Xiao Xingchen shivers a bit when Xue Yang starts to clean his face off. There's both discomfort and a strange comfort in it at the same time.
Back then, Xue Yang had not had much of a sense of other people's personal space. He had seemed to constantly be in Xiao Xingchen's orbit, touching him with ease, and Xiao Xingchen had soaked it all up, not used to it. There had always been a polite sort of distance between him and Zichen, so he hadn't even realized how starved he had been of any sort of touch until he'd met Xue Yang in Yi City.
He realizes that he still sort of feels like that. ]
... Thank you.
[ With his face now clean, Xiao Xingchen reaches into his robes for a roll of fresh bandages to tie around his missing eyes. ]
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Back then, Xue Yang had not had much of a sense of other people's personal space. He had seemed to constantly be in Xiao Xingchen's orbit, touching him with ease, and Xiao Xingchen had soaked it all up, not used to it. There had always been a polite sort of distance between him and Zichen, so he hadn't even realized how starved he had been of any sort of touch until he'd met Xue Yang in Yi City.
He realizes that he still sort of feels like that. ]
... Thank you.
[ With his face now clean, Xiao Xingchen reaches into his robes for a roll of fresh bandages to tie around his missing eyes. ]