[although many people wouldn't deem it necessary for him to be so polite, po xiao knows manners are important, isn't one to abandon them just because he's in unfamiliar company; this man still rescued him, after all, the least he can do is show proper appreciation and help him with his wounds to the best of his ability.
allowing him somewhere safe to stay for however long he needs also feels right despite it simply coming alongside what's already been offered. (and po xiao would sleep on the floor if needed, he wouldn't mind whatsoever!) while no answer comes immediately, his first thought isn't worrisome, but the longer the silence stretches, the more he begins considering what sort of situation xiao xingchen's been drawn into that has him so concerned with wherever his sword might be. he knows weapons are an extension of a warrior, something he assumes this man is, and much like with feng ren, it makes sense they'd want those within arms reach in case something awful happens.
at least that way, should any of those foolish men attempt hunting them down again, they'll be made quick work of? and don't think for one minute po xiao's not wondering what exactly it is xingchen wants to get away from, either.
which is why he doesn't hesitate to avert his attention to where the sword lays, opening his mouth in response, only to come up short once he realizes the other male's moving.] No forgiving needed, really, I understand, but you shouldn'tβ [even if it's far too late to stop him. so, po xiao clamps his mouth shut and lets him do as he pleases, shifting back slightly, yet keeping himself close enough in case there's a chance xingchen needs help. the distinct sound of that same sword shifting of its own accord draws his attention again, has his eyebrows lifting with surprise as it rattles, slides over the table, then promptly hits the floor still some few feet away. that's more than a little intriguing and, fascination aside, he's pleased he'd guessed somewhat correct about him.
without missing a beat, his focus is back on xiao xingchen, on moving both his hands to his shoulders and gently urging him back toward the bed. βpo-xiong,β already so casual, it makes him smile though it won't last long following that remark. can't stay here? what does that mean?] Xiao-gongzi, you needn't fret about such things right now when you should be resting and regathering your strength. [clearly, he shouldn't have to point out how his failed attempt to retrieve his sword proves this.
he moves then, gathers up xingchen's sword and brings it over, crouching back down in front of him while offering it.] Afterward, we can leave this place, go our separate ways if necessary even. But until then, I assure you that we are safe here.
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allowing him somewhere safe to stay for however long he needs also feels right despite it simply coming alongside what's already been offered. (and po xiao would sleep on the floor if needed, he wouldn't mind whatsoever!) while no answer comes immediately, his first thought isn't worrisome, but the longer the silence stretches, the more he begins considering what sort of situation xiao xingchen's been drawn into that has him so concerned with wherever his sword might be. he knows weapons are an extension of a warrior, something he assumes this man is, and much like with feng ren, it makes sense they'd want those within arms reach in case something awful happens.
at least that way, should any of those foolish men attempt hunting them down again, they'll be made quick work of? and don't think for one minute po xiao's not wondering what exactly it is xingchen wants to get away from, either.
which is why he doesn't hesitate to avert his attention to where the sword lays, opening his mouth in response, only to come up short once he realizes the other male's moving.] No forgiving needed, really, I understand, but you shouldn'tβ [even if it's far too late to stop him. so, po xiao clamps his mouth shut and lets him do as he pleases, shifting back slightly, yet keeping himself close enough in case there's a chance xingchen needs help. the distinct sound of that same sword shifting of its own accord draws his attention again, has his eyebrows lifting with surprise as it rattles, slides over the table, then promptly hits the floor still some few feet away. that's more than a little intriguing and, fascination aside, he's pleased he'd guessed somewhat correct about him.
without missing a beat, his focus is back on xiao xingchen, on moving both his hands to his shoulders and gently urging him back toward the bed. βpo-xiong,β already so casual, it makes him smile though it won't last long following that remark. can't stay here? what does that mean?] Xiao-gongzi, you needn't fret about such things right now when you should be resting and regathering your strength. [clearly, he shouldn't have to point out how his failed attempt to retrieve his sword proves this.
he moves then, gathers up xingchen's sword and brings it over, crouching back down in front of him while offering it.] Afterward, we can leave this place, go our separate ways if necessary even. But until then, I assure you that we are safe here.
[βfor now,β is something he leaves unsaid.]