He sucks in a shuddering breath. The black cloud retreats; his eyes open, unseeing for a fractional moment before they focus on Lan Zhan.
I am here.
Lan Zhan is not dead. He is hurt, but healing. He is here.
Shakily, he covers Lan Zhan's hand where it rests on his cheek. He tries to nod, then turns his head enough to kiss Lan Zhan's palm, a few fresh tears escaping his eyes.
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He sucks in a shuddering breath. The black cloud retreats; his eyes open, unseeing for a fractional moment before they focus on Lan Zhan.
I am here.
Lan Zhan is not dead. He is hurt, but healing. He is here.
Shakily, he covers Lan Zhan's hand where it rests on his cheek. He tries to nod, then turns his head enough to kiss Lan Zhan's palm, a few fresh tears escaping his eyes.
"You will be all right," he whispers.