"...It does feel a little strange though." He admits quietly, fingers still sliding through Mingjue's hair, his own eyes closing as his head rests back against the pillow. "I know you have to agree with that." Or at least to some degree, given they're both from complicated points in time. And being busy had helped keep his mind off things.

Like never seeing Mingjue again. But that didn't count here. Xichen turns his head, lips brushing against Mingjue's temple before he just sighs out a breath.

"I'm going to wake up and this isn't going to be real." It's very quiet.