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[strikingchords]

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[soft again?]

Explain it.

[laughitoff]

You're Hanguang-Jun. You go where the chaos is. You do a lot of good for the people, for your sect.

I'm a demonic cultivator. I don't think I did most people around me much good, in the end. Even if nothing had gone wrong, the most I could ever have achieved was keeping a handful of people safe on a corpse mound longer than I did.

[strikingchords]

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even quieter, now]

That is why.

[laughitoff]

[closes his eyes]

Please.

[strikingchords]

[a tiny interrogative noise...?]

[laughitoff]

I...appreciate the thought.

But I'm also glad you didn't do such a thing.

[strikingchords]

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Whatever you imagine is not what I wished for.

[just, factual, in this moment unoffended; they're too tired.]

[laughitoff]

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No. You would have wished a better situation for us all.

[low]

I suppose this place offers such chances, if it's not a trick.

[strikingchords]

Mm.

That is where I stand.

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"Someone you like the company of." "Who you want to spend time with."

Cannot decide these things for others.

[laughitoff]

[roughly]

Are you saying you do want to be friends?

[strikingchords]

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[Wei Wuxian can't see him, but he actually does have to take a second and turn his hot eyes into his own shoulder. stupid, that this is the part of the conversation that makes him feel like a child.]

I have been trying.

[laughitoff]

[sits BOLT upright on the other side of the gravestone behind him, which incidentally, finally gets him looking over the top of it again]

[strikingchords]

[the composition of the scene he sees is extremely ridiculous if he thinks about it from a third person perspective. Lan Wangji's back is to Wei Wuxian and the gravestone, an inverted mirror image couple of feet away on the unoccupied side; his fingers are digging into the grass much the same way as Wei Wuxian's are into grave dirt. his head is bowed, a little. Wei Wuxian can see the curtain of his hair down his back, loose instead of half pinned up, and the dirt on his clothes; his back is still stupidly, stubbornly straight, though.]

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[laughitoff]

[blurts]

I know about the milkshakes.

[strikingchords]

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They were not concealed.

[laughitoff]

I didn't know it was you! Shijie had to tell me! Why were you making me milkshakes!

[strikingchords]

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[as if it is the most obvious answer in the entire world:]

You liked them.

[laughitoff]

[makes an ungodly hideous offended noise and flops down on the grave in full defeat]

[strikingchords]

What.

[laughitoff]

I don't know! Why are you like this.

[strikingchords]

[sits up even straighter somehow, as neutrally imperious as he's ever been, fingers digging into the turf; Wei Wuxian's mind's eye can see the unyielding lines of his face in his set shoulders as clearly as if he was looking at him.]

If you dislike it, it is fine. They were to drink.

[ah. ah.]

[laughitoff]

[WAILS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS]

I don't dislike it!

[strikingchords]

[freezes again]

[laughitoff]

I don't! Why didn't you tell me?!

[strikingchords]

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