It's such a Xichen response that Guangyao almost laughs, huffing out a breath of amusement. It's-- normal. Deceptively so. But he's too relieved to think that maybe it shouldn't be normal, because any minute more he can get of someone--Of Xichen's--time is worth it.

He gathers some of the papers and something to draw the lines, sitting opposite Xichen. "Hm?" Guangyao glances up and then at the papers, reaching for them and sort of. Tucking them away, his cheeks pink, she clears his throat. "No. No, it's alright. These are some of my earliest attempts. They're... Not fit to see."

He doesn't like his imperfections to show, not even now, clinging to any perceived perfection he can still. "I would rather spend the time like this."