[ When Tartaglia comes to the door, it's confirmation that he's home. Not that he expected much else, given the timing of his visit—it's quiet nonetheless, no sight of any roommates that would bother them.

But, easily, he allows himself to sit down on the couch. He Xuan doesn't quite yet reach for the cup that it settled onto the table, finding himself caught up in thought. To call this situation nerve-wracking is an understatement—ironic, isn't it? That he has existed for so long...well, a certain phrase comes to mind, so he just says it bluntly: ]

...Tartaglia, I find that I have fallen in love with you. I want to be with you, until the end of your days. There is no other who has managed to capture me so...as everything you have done, every moment we've spent together has meant more to me than I can manage in mere words.

However, make no mistake—when you need someone, I want to be that person.

[ His words are a bit more soft when he speaks here. But he suddenly stands, glad he isn't opening the cup because right now it'd be shattered in his hands from holding it so tight. ]

Together, we can be a force that shakes the foundation of any world, if you so wish it.