Decorum and tact would dictate that Xichen remains close but does not breach more boundaries. That is far behind him now, his own panic building as Wanyin seems worse by the moment.

He tries to take another deep breath of his own, chest aching with vines and petals; just as the thought of losing this man tears through him. His fingers tighten on the fabric of Jiang Wanyin's robe and then release it, he draws his hand back but keeps close still as if it'll help him somehow. "Tell me what I can do to ease this," the panic remains, overwhelming and letting words spill from his lips that are too bold, too selfish and not delicately calculated in the way that Zewu Jun normally speaks but in this moment that man is not the one sitting behind his friend, his companion. "Am I making this worse? Wanyin-- I do not wish to lose you."