Xingchen would become a defender, a protector if someone demanded this of his Zichen. Frightening his soulmate is unforgivable. His hands are slow as he strokes through soft, silky strands of hair, silently reminding his love that it's just them. All the nights they have shared have left behind good memories; memories they can smile, secretly, about now.

He steals one more kiss before snuggling into the warm hold. One of his ears lays over Zichen's hair as if trying to hug him there too.

"Yes please." he beams, "I was thinking...we could set aside a room or two for them to go when they need quiet. A place they know they won't be bothered."