[ Huaisang is cursing at his hand softly when Xichen is knocking at his cabin door. He sighs, his hand set behind his back as he opens the door. He could guess who it would come and of course, it is Xichen that he sees. He is half tempted to shut the door on his face, feeling a tightness in his chest and throat. He bows but it's minimal and perhaps not nearly what he would usually do but he has a hand to hide and he's feeling rather cross. ]
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What do you want?
[ His words are tired. ]