Huaisang knows. He can read Jiang Cheng like a book now. He feels his control slipping so he squeezes the other teen's fingers. Taking the fall hadn't worked but there has to be something else that will. For now though, Huaisang reaches for his robe.

"Just... Just get dressed for now, A-Cheng. We'll figure this out."

As he speaks, he reaches up and lays his hand tenderly on Jiang Cheng's cheek, leaning toward to rest his forehead against the other teen's.

"...But I wish Wei-xiong were here. He's a better talker than me."

With the damage already done, Huaisang kisses Jiang Cheng's mouth softly then stands up to get dressed.