He opens his mouth to speak, wanting to tell Xue Yang exactly where he stands with him and why he can't just believe him. However Xingchen is - understandably - distressed and he shifts his energy to supporting him; to comforting him. If he can.

"Xingchen..."

He had touched that girl in his excitement to be reunited with this man. Why is it so hard to touch him too? Zichen has to try and he is all too aware of how his hand shakes as he, at long last, tries to press his palm against the gentle curve of Xingchen's cheek.

"Xingchen!"

That time he speaks with more force, immediately dropping to his knees to raise the other man back onto his feet. His hands rest on the white robe covering Xingchen's upper arms and he opens and closes his mouth several times.

"...I understand. I just...don't know as much as I would like. But I won't hurt anyone without reason." he sheathes Fuxue and tries to raise Xingchen, "Don't cry. I didn't travel all of this way to hurt you."

He traveled to make things better. Has he failed that task utterly?