[ A familiar voice speaks to him, calls him to focus and listen. And breathe. Zishu rests his head against Kexing's and works to unclench his hands from his clothes. Between the energy pouring into the empty hole, the warmth of Kexing beside him, and that voice, it's not long before his breathing calms and he leans into Kexing's embrace. ]
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Mm. I hear you. I can feel you.