There had been fear, at one point, that he'd lose Zishu. If he had it would've been his own doing. Something that he will never repeat. Not when the man whose lap he's in means the world. No amount of revenge or want in the world would keep him from this man before him.

There was no reason to get up now. Getting up would be too much hassle. Yes, the bath sounded good, but he was content right where he was. The bath would come. Eventually.

He closes his eyes at the feel of those fingers through his hair, kissing the other back. It's only at that question that his eyes open, almost a hint of amusement on those lips. "You, A-Xu." That's what he wanted. "Right here." Or anywhere in the room, he didn't care.