His Zichen isn't tense and Xingchen lets himself explore his soulmate's body just a little. Graceful hands, though one is bandaged, caress his beloved's sides, his back, his chest. Any kiss is met with loving enthusiasm and Xingchen begins to hum.

Since he is tucked against Zichen's neck when he hears those words, he feels the vibration of them too. He strokes his fingers along the curve of Zichen's throat, his eyes half-lidded as he imagines kissing the tender skin.

Eventually, however, they must move. He forces his relaxed body into motion and pushes himself to his feet. Then he turns away from Zichen and crouches down.

"You can ride on my back. I'll get you home."