[ For a long moment, Xichen just stares at him, bewildered. But then he reaches into his sleeve to take out a handkerchief, and then gently wraps his fingers around one of Huaisang's wrists, letting it linger there with hopefully a touch of moonlacing, his other hand holding out the piece of cloth. ]
Here, Huaisang. You can use this.
[ No questions. He doesn't know... he can't know, just now, what the things that Huaiang knows are. But he is not going to try to ask when the younger man is so upset. ]
I know, I know-- wait, I really don't know!
Here, Huaisang. You can use this.
[ No questions. He doesn't know... he can't know, just now, what the things that Huaiang knows are. But he is not going to try to ask when the younger man is so upset. ]