He doesn't like that look, Xingchen. Concern has him rest a gentle hand to his love's back, pressing close. Xue Yang rests his chin on Xingchen's shoulder while he waits for Zichen's decision. His lips quirk when it comes, though his gaze is steady when he looks at Zichen.

"You could stab me with it. Others here beat you to it though." Casual.

But then he gently squeezes Xingchen around the waist in silent apology, eyes dropping briefly. "But it hurts Xingchen. I haven't let myself get hurt in a while, much less him. I won't let that change."