( He closes his eyes against the gentle touch, breathing more slowly than before. There's still fear but it feels a little further away now, the wound still sore but somewhat cauterised. Lan Xichen knows, and he's still here. Maybe it means something, maybe Wen Kexing isn't truly lost. )
I'll change.
( The red often feels constricting, and he's suddenly itchy with the need to be out of it. )
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I'll change.
( The red often feels constricting, and he's suddenly itchy with the need to be out of it. )
Will you stay for a while?