[He pulls Jin Ling back into a hug, a bit fiercer than the last. He presses his cheek to his hair and closes his eyes, remembering a time when Jin Ling fit so easily in his arms, he could carry him around and only worry about the babe teething at his hat strings and yanking at his hair. He didn’t think he’d miss such times, but he truly did like children. If things with Qin Su hadn’t been—what they were, he might’ve had more. More playmates for Jin Ling, more babbling baby talk to distract himself with when the real world of politics and careful words and flattery became a bit too bothersome.]

But I will be more available now. I have no more pressing sect matters to deal with here, after all. Just my wayward family. [He laughs and presses his lips to Jin Ling’s hairline once more, before he loosens his grip to allow Jin Ling to pull away should he want to.] Will you be staying the night too? It’s getting rather late.