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[laughitoff]

[he stays quiet, and still, as un-Wei Wuxian-like behavior as has ever indicated that not all is right with him...]

[strikingchords]

[he wants to comfort him somehow, and he can't even say "it wasn't your fault"; it was as much Wei Wuxian's fault as it wasn't. the things that were out of his control won't help to hear about. what he's grieving is his inability to control all of it; that he made an impossible bid to put everything he could see in front of him under his protection, and failed it.

Lan Wangji can relate.




starts humming to him, after a while]

[laughitoff]

[his ears slant back, a faintly relaxing gesture instead of a tensing one]

[strikingchords]

[shhh. shhh.

the tune is familiar.]

[laughitoff]

[maybe he will just drift awhile.]

[strikingchords]

[that's fine...

he's not disturbed.

Lan Wangji has relaxed pretty comprehensively too after that while, to be honest. it's not that Wei Wuxian's and his grief are the same, but it's closer than anyone else's here, he thinks.]

[laughitoff]

[softly]

I'm tired, ah.

[strikingchords]

...

[no louder]

Yes.

[laughitoff]

Is it cheating if we just rest for the rest of the day...?

[strikingchords]

Activities were not required.

In addition, your shijie would approve of your resting.

[laughitoff]

[a low, soft sigh]

Okay.

[strikingchords]

[hums agreement, stealing another minute or two of petting him like this before they begin the awkward task of getting out...]

[laughitoff]

[he does it with a reasonable amount of grace -- he did grow up in Lotus Pier -- but seems a little dizzy after]

[strikingchords]

[they were in the overheated water for a long time! also their clothes and blanket cloaks are still at least damp. it's going to be a miserable chilly walk back to the motel, unless]

Wei Ying.

[wrapping a dry fluffy towel around Wei Wuxian's shoulders, with a frown]

I will fly us back.

[laughitoff]

...okay...

[strikingchords]

[nods and leads him out, stepping up to his sword and tugging Wei Wuxian with him without leaving much more time to think about it than that]

[laughitoff]

[tucks quietly behind him for the flight back, too shivery to make conversation]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji shifts to put an arm around him, warmly, when he notices him shivering. at least the flight is very short]

[laughitoff]

[he doesn't protest this! he only really relaxes once they're indoors again, though]

[strikingchords]

[ruthlessly steals another duvet out of an early motel room to dump on his head again...

him fussing]

[laughitoff]

I’m fine…

[he fully huddles under it too though]

[strikingchords]

[...

grabs yet another one and bundles it under his arm :|

lets Wei Wuxian steer when they get back to Phoenix...]

[laughitoff]

[hesitates, then steers towards Lan Wangji’s room; he truly does not have the energy to recalibrate his wards]

[strikingchords]

[oh nooo.

Lan Wangji follows him in, closes the door behind them, and scoops the bunny out of its hutch to let it wander the floor before he tugs Wei Wuxian to the bed. there he... presses him down and proceeds to stack the three duvets and a blanket on him.

...

studies this scenario and nods before sitting down next to him himself]

[laughitoff]

[whines faintly at him, from the bottom of the pancake stack]