That laugh washes over him. Warms him from head to toe. Maybe it's a temporary thing, this bliss, this peace. But he's going to hold onto it with all he is for as long as he can.

Xue Yang feels his breath stolen away when Xingchen tells him he is his strength. Smile bright and careless with his delight. He gives that precious hand a gentle squeeze in answer, standing not quite pressed against the other man. Close enough the heat of their bodies can be felt.

"You laughed." A simple answer.

"I like it here."