He tries to imagine Xichen being outright shy and it makes him smile.
"Ah." He considers, then stands and walks over, hesitating briefly. "May I?" He asks, before gently tilting Xichen's chin, turning his head to look up and to the side. His fingers slid against Xichen's jaw as Guangyao takes a step back, brow furrowed in a serious, critical look before he nods and moves back to his papers, a shiver going down his spine.
When was the last time he'd touched someone?
He shakes the thought away to concentrate on the important thing of drawing Xichen. He laments his skills here, truthfully, not sure he can really put the practice into something valuable.
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"Ah." He considers, then stands and walks over, hesitating briefly. "May I?" He asks, before gently tilting Xichen's chin, turning his head to look up and to the side. His fingers slid against Xichen's jaw as Guangyao takes a step back, brow furrowed in a serious, critical look before he nods and moves back to his papers, a shiver going down his spine.
When was the last time he'd touched someone?
He shakes the thought away to concentrate on the important thing of drawing Xichen. He laments his skills here, truthfully, not sure he can really put the practice into something valuable.