Xichen grinds back down against him reflexively, his moan a little louder this time but the distraction is enough to clear his mind, pull him out of that moment of weakness, the grief that surged over him because of his own regrets and his head turns, gaze shifting to Guangyao.

"A-Yao..." His voice is soft, a little husky. "I'm sorry." He shifts slightly, reaches out a hand to Guangyao. "Come here, please."