[ Xue Yang feels his heart rate pick up as something squeezes in his chest, stealing his breath. He doesn't know what he's feeling right now, and sorting it out feels like something that he doesn't want to do, doesn't want to understand.
It doesn't matter what he's feeling, because he knows what he wants to do about it.
His grip slips to Xiao Xingchen's wrist, tightens there, and tugs. Shy of putting the strength to fight him into it, he knows he probably can't actually pull Xiao Xingchen off of him if he means to hold Xue Yang. ]
I already went looking for my shop, daozhang. It's still here. You remember the things I have there.
[ Trying to find that hotel instead is a gamble; he hasn't gone looking for it with the new surroundings of the city, and there's no guarantee it works the same way it did before. But his shop is there and there's plenty to play with in it. ]
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It doesn't matter what he's feeling, because he knows what he wants to do about it.
His grip slips to Xiao Xingchen's wrist, tightens there, and tugs. Shy of putting the strength to fight him into it, he knows he probably can't actually pull Xiao Xingchen off of him if he means to hold Xue Yang. ]
I already went looking for my shop, daozhang. It's still here. You remember the things I have there.
[ Trying to find that hotel instead is a gamble; he hasn't gone looking for it with the new surroundings of the city, and there's no guarantee it works the same way it did before. But his shop is there and there's plenty to play with in it. ]
Come with me.
[ It's not a request. ]