[Chongyun is grateful for Aether's patience, because it's taking all he can to keep that pure-yang spirit of his from going haywire and running amok and ruining this moment. He pauses when their foreheads touch, but Chongyun uses this to help ground himself, taking a steadying breath.]
[Breathe in.]
[Breathe out.]
[He can do this... he can do this. He nods.]
Okay...
[And then, slowly, he leans in, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly but surely presses his lips to Aether's.]
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[Breathe in.]
[Breathe out.]
[He can do this... he can do this. He nods.]
Okay...
[And then, slowly, he leans in, eyes squeezing shut as he slowly but surely presses his lips to Aether's.]