“Xiao, you're going to kill me,” Aether wheezed. He'd just gotten back from a particularly dangerous commission, and he guessed word had gotten back to Xiao that Aether almost hadn't made it home.

Aether had expected Xiao to be angry at him. What he hadn't expected was for his teal-haired husband to be clinging to him like they'd never see each other again while he was on the verge of tears.

“Easy, Xiao. Easy,” Aether murmured soothingly, wrapping his arms around his husband in return.