( He notices. It would be impossible to not, considering how closely he has spent the night watching Zhou Zishu for signs of a relapse. The hovering twitch between sleep and wakefulness is as sharp as a drawn blade considering how long he'd lain there unmoving, the only sign of life the slight rise and fall of his chest and the fluttering pulse under Wen Kexing's fingers. The hand still buried in the other man's hair stills and then untangles itself, deft fingers moving to cup a cheek. He doesn't realise he's been holding his breath until it leaves him all in a rush, ducking a little closer. )
Ah-Xu?
( There is a fine tremble to his voice, an anxiety he can't quite smother out, but he doesn't think he can be blamed for that. He waits, watching as Zhou Zishu blinks, the haziness in his eyes mostly due to sleep, though Wen Kexing is poised like he might bolt from the room to look for aid if the cause is anything else. )
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Ah-Xu?
( There is a fine tremble to his voice, an anxiety he can't quite smother out, but he doesn't think he can be blamed for that. He waits, watching as Zhou Zishu blinks, the haziness in his eyes mostly due to sleep, though Wen Kexing is poised like he might bolt from the room to look for aid if the cause is anything else. )
Are you okay? Are you with me?