[And Jing Yuan was right: Dan Heng liked the rain, usually. It was both soothing and invigorating in equal measure at times, though he didn't know if it was a Vidyadhara inclination or just him. But this time?

This time, he feels on edge. Uneasy, off balance. It's a familiar feeling, in recent times. He's never been perfectly at ease with his own reflection, but today... today it digs under his skin like a stubborn barb.

Or maybe, just since he stepped outside.

The familiar silhouette that falls over him halts his bristling, something like embarrassment curling in his gut. But Jing Yuan likely knew more than most the issues that plagued him.

Ultimately he lets out a sigh, tension draining from him slightly as he tears his gaze away from the window to look over his shoulder. Rainwater drips from his bangs and the droplets trail down his face, but he does not bother wiping them away.] ...Of course not.

[He knew what Jing Yuan was doing. He appreciated it, though.] ...In truth, I don't know why this is bothering me so much right now.

[He was dealing with it. He had been.] It's just... frustrating, I suppose.