"Deal it with," Shen Yuan tells him, unbothered, and slips a hand into his hair so he can cradle his head to his shoulder and run his nails soothingly over his scalp. He will release Sagramore, in a minute, but only as far as the other side of the couch, so that if the mood strikes he can be unreleased again later when he's drunker and more willing to be fussed over.