[ there's a brief flurry of silver butterflies at the edge of the bath, and as they coalesce into a familiar figure, hua cheng clicks his tongue. ] Gege conveniently forgets that he was in pain trying to remember. I would certainly rather you forget me than for my memory to be painful for you.

[ he bends from his place behind his husband, though, long white hands gently cupping xie lian's face from above, tilting it back enough that he can press his lips to his brow. he lingers a moment longer than he probably should in relatively strange company, profound relief obvious to anyone who knows him as well as his highness does, but withdraws again with reluctance. ]

You're going to give this human weird ideas about me, saying things like that..