The closeness is excruciating. Under Lan Zhan's palm, his skin is damp with sweat, his heart racing fast as a rabbit's.

"Why did we put your robes back on?" He's laughing, too short of breath to say more than a few words at a time. Unconsciously, he pushes up against him -- the little he can move when he still remains trapped. "Lan Zhan. I want to see you again. I want to touch you."