Mingjue kissed him back and shifted a hand from his A-Yao's hip to band the arm across his chest to hold him up—or to brace himself, he wasn't quite clear on which. He half-draped himself of A-Yao's back, pushing him forward again after their kiss with no intent other than to keep A-Yao warm between he and Xichen as all of them recovered their wits.

He had absolutely nothing to say, his mind filled with only a satisfied buzz and a faint bafflement that this had happened to him at all. It didn't feel quite real.

"A-Yao," he eventually said. "Xichen."