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I didn't!

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[trembles a little at the huff, then tucks the paper back into his sleeve...]

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[Wei Wuxian's watching him furtively over his shoulder now, fox ears slightly tilted up for the first time in a while]

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['^']






What is it?

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What...what do you even get out of any of this? I'm just me.

[quiet, still with that startled vulnerable note]

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...

Yes.

[very soft]

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[jerks in shock again, then draws a deep unsteady breath]

Lan Zhan.

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[watching him steadily...]

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[he has to dash a sleeve over his face for a second. ugh. ugh]

You're so...

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[it's the second time he's watched someone cry in the last couple of hours. he doesn't actually have his handkerchief, because he gave it to Gideon. he couldn't really do anything about her grief, because whatever it was, they were both grieving things they couldn't do anything about.

this is happening right now, so all of those things makes him take a step closer and reach up to gravely brush away the tears Wei Wuxian missed with his stupid bandaged hand]

...

It is fine.

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[grabs his sleeve, eyes widening despite the tears]

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[he has a sleeve now]

...

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[he's not even crying MUCH, just. christ. he's got a white-knuckled grip on the list in his other hand]

...what do you want to do?

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...

Have said.

Stay beside Wei Ying.

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No, I.

[scrubs his face again]

Go smaller.

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...

[kind of fussily]

Have you dined tonight?

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...I made pancakes if you want some...

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...

...

Yes.

[the jury is in. he wants pancakes.]

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Okay.

Let's go...?

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Mm.

[he'll gently detach from Wei Wuxian's grip on his sleeve long enough to gather up his tools and his basket; he's still got a bunch of graves to do but that's fine, he can finish later]

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[he doesn't try to reattach! their trip back is quiet; a bit fraught.]

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[...

very lightly touches his shoulder when they reach the door to Theo's diner, hesitant, to get him to look at Lan Wangji; is he okay...?]

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[twitches under the touch and looks at him, still something animal and startled in there, eyes red-tinged for a number of reasons]

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[frowns at him, but his deep voice comes out unexpectedly gentle...?]

...

Sit down a moment. I will get it.

[he's indicating one of the actual booths, not eating on counter stools in the kitchen; it will give them a minute of separation and also a place for Wei Wuxian to physically put his head on the table for a second, he is thinking]

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[he looks like he's going to protest, but he does nod and trail off toward there after a second]