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[The knocking comes not long after his return.

While it would be a lie to claim he does not remember how he made his way home - his flawless memory is no secret, especially to himself - he does feel as though he went through the motions in a fog, not fully present in any of the actions that his body so convincingly performed. It was not an unfamiliar feeling, the way his mind assumed maintenance of his actions and projected capability and collectedness while his heart sulked into a corner to nurse its wounds.

It mutters bitter reminders, somewhere unseen and safe, and always, always alone. He actively slashes at that pathetic and resilient piece of himself, that dares to hope and never learns, and never dies.

Since his arrival, Jin Guangyao has done little more than sit at his small desk and stare at the paperwork on its surface as he compartmentalized, his mind moving to the comfortable task of planning based on what he now knows. His relationship with Jin Ling may not mend, but his determination to care for the boy had not waivered, even with the deep and empty ache he now added to the maw in his chest. At least he can formulate a clear system to handle his nephew's presence in Noctium - working as a benefactor, remaining subtle and anonymous. It would be easy enough.

The sound at his door startles him, his gaze snapping towards it - though the sound of Lan Xichen's voice quickly eases the sudden tension from his muscles. Though visitors are rare, he hardly wanted to see anyone at the moment...of course, his sword brother remains an exception, even now. Or especially now, he isn't sure.

He stands and makes a silent approach, gripping the handle hesitantly while resting his other hand against the surface of of the door. He leans against it, pressing his forehead into the wood and taking a deep, careful breath - feeling for the gentle synchrony he can already sense on the other side, the positive and benign emotions there brushing his scorched edges like cool water.]

Yes, Er-ge, I'm here.

[His answer is quiet, but there is a smile on his lips as he opens the door, the soft and small version of the expression that exists only for the Lan Sect leader. He dips to his customary height, though pulls himself up from it quickly when he notices that the other man's hands are occupied by the box, and two small plants that make his eyes widen with genuine delight and curiosity. His voice brightens a bit.]

Please, come in. I must admit this is a welcome surprise.