When Mingjue cuts himself off, Xichen turns his head to look at him, something questioning in his gaze before he finds himself yanked over and there's a moment where he goes stiff, more from not expecting it than not wanting it...

And then he just shudders, leaning into Mingjue's chest, his eyes closing as he makes a quiet little choked sound. "Mingjue-xiong.." It's barely audible, Xichen using his old form of reference more easily than he'd expected, fingers curling in the fabric of Mingjue's robes.

"I missed you." More than he could ever put into words.