At first, when Luo Binghe fades from Shen Yuan's dream, the sense of immediate and total loneliness is miserable. But Binghe won't leave him here; not if he's promised not to. He clings to that, enough to raise his head and catch sight of the place he's brought him while he waits for him to come back. It means he resists, too, when someone tries to wake his sleeping self; he wants to stay here, where Binghe left him—what will he do if he comes back and Shen Yuan isn't here? He can't disappoint him again, not after he'd just thrown such a fucking fit over nothing—he's the dead one, it's not like he's in mourning for his family. They're all fine, and alive, and probably moving on—

It's only when Luo Binghe says his name that he realizes he didn't mean he'd be back in the dream, and he comes away with a gasp. He reaches for Binghe instinctually, pulling him down and against him, selfish and grasping for the touch he couldn't feel when Binghe held him in the dream. "Binghe."