[ dan feng gulps down the ice water, which pleases yingxing to see - he's going to need to keep his hydration up, like as not he's lost half his weight in sweat since this began. good thing he stocked the kitchen and pantry recently. ]

You can't?

[ his concern only seems to deepen, but yingxing doesn't press. at least not yet. maybe dan heng will feel better once he's soaked in the cool water for awhile, allowing it to leech the terrible heat from his body. their eyes meet, and yingxing's expression is soft with sympathy; poor dan heng, it's clear that this is weighing heavily upon him. ]

All right, just.. if there's anything you need, however small, call on me, okay?

[ he's trying incredibly hard to ignore the inherent eroticism of the moment, the way dan heng's body shifts, the way he licks his lips. ]

Take as long as you like, in here. Fill it up as many times as you want. [ he says, unfolding himself from the floor and getting to his feet. ] If you need a refill on that pitcher, just yell for me.