Chin propped on his fist, Mingjue doesn't interrupt, watching the both of them and having some sort of emotion that he has no idea how to parse. The moment does not feel quite real to him, which might be part of the problem. He breathes through it, eyes on Xichen gentling A-Yao and wiping away his tears.
He kicks up the corner of his mouth at Xichen's declaration and cannot quite bring himself to speak in return.
A-Yao's hug, however, takes him by surprise. He presses a broad hand to A-Yao's back first to hold him in place, before he can return it by wrapping his arms around him in full. He has to clear his throat twice before he can speak. "We have been," he agrees, smoothing A-Yao's hair down.
Looking up past A-Yao's head at Xichen, he says, "I never thought I would be."
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Date: 2021-05-15 12:04 am (UTC)He kicks up the corner of his mouth at Xichen's declaration and cannot quite bring himself to speak in return.
A-Yao's hug, however, takes him by surprise. He presses a broad hand to A-Yao's back first to hold him in place, before he can return it by wrapping his arms around him in full. He has to clear his throat twice before he can speak. "We have been," he agrees, smoothing A-Yao's hair down.
Looking up past A-Yao's head at Xichen, he says, "I never thought I would be."