He slowly pulls himself back together. Steadies his heart, even out his breathing. Xingchen's grip loosens and slides down him gently. And it reminds him-

"You should put a clean shirt on."

Xingchen will do his best with the damaged one.

"And...it might be time to take your sword back."

He could handle a second damaged shirt, but he doesn't think he could handle Xue Yang being damaged again.