He beams at the pronouncement. That means they're doing something right! "Good!" He's a moment after Xingchen in going to the table.

Xue Yang hadn't needed to be told during their time in Yi City to know that Xingchen's heart and soul had been burdened with pain and sorrow. It was why he'd always teased smiles and laughter from the other man. Even before he'd recognized and accepted how fiercely he'd fallen in love with him.

He makes sure Xingchen has everything he needs while the tea steeps, then pours for them and sets one of the cups before the blind man. He also has some cut fruit for the little squirrel, who scampers down Xingchen's arm to nibble on the offerings. Sitting down beside Xingchen, he reaches up to brush fingertips fondly over some of the other's hair.

"You seem better, A-Chen," he murmurs. "It's nice to see."