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[Huaisang hasn't minded the night's Shi Qingxuan's latched onto him in his sleep any more than he's minded his company during mealtimes or during his frequent drinking binges. He's always been a tactile person and the solid grip's been stabilizing as he's tried to get a grip on his own life again, in addition to the much needed comfort and balm he's needed for his loneliness. The man's delightful company and always has been a happy part of his life here, one he's found himself increasingly unwilling to let go of.

At his words, he can't help but smile a bit, kissing the top of Shi Qingxuan's head lightly and giving his hair a quick stroke.]

I'll remember that. I wasn't talking to an actual Demon King. Just a jerk who can't leave things well enough alone.

[His tone's significantly more clipped and cutting than it usually is. However, despite that, there's a pained vulnerability and sadness in his expression. Still, he kisses Shi Qingxuan again, resting his cheek against that fluffy hair.

He wants to believe that he deserves this, despite Jin Guangyao's words echoing in his mind.]

...I'm sorry, Shi-xiong. I didn't mean to wake you up.