...Oh that smirk isn't fair. Xue Yang grins and doesn't even try to keep himself from leaning in to steal a quick, playful kiss before laughing again as he pulls away.

"I will be your strength, Xiao Xingchen!"

Xingchen's shield.

Xingchen's weapon.

Anything his daozhang needs, Xue Yang will step up and be.

He digs around in the little chest left in the apartment for clothes and pulls out one of the new shirts he'd managed to buy. A second's pause to remember to be careful of his bandages in dressing, then he's right back in Xingchen's space, reaching for a hand.