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[strikingchords]

[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.

[laughitoff]

No, I.

[scrubs his face again]

Go smaller.

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...

[kind of fussily]

Have you dined tonight?

[laughitoff]

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

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...

...

Yes.

[the jury is in. he wants pancakes.]

[laughitoff]

Okay.

Let's go...?

[strikingchords]

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]

[laughitoff]

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

[strikingchords]

[...

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...?]

[laughitoff]

[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]

[strikingchords]

[he looks up at the board Wei Wuxian helped Jiang Yanli with earlier in the day to double check where the pancakes will be and goes to get pancakes. he also makes them both milkshakes :X

hesitates a little when he reenters the dining area, visually checking on Wei Wuxian again]

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[the pancakes have meat and shrimp in them, not just green onion! a balanced diet. he does also spot some telltale spice speckles, though they're not violently red

Wei Wuxian has his arms folded on the table and his chin on them]

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[Lan Wangji carefully slides into the booth next to him and puts the tray in the middle of the table, not crowding him, before taking his own plate]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian's tail is a safety barrier between them and he can probably escape over the back of the booth if he really wants to, it's fine, it's fine, he's not being trapped in here, it's fine

looks sidelong at him again before taking a pancake, nibbling on it without lifting his head from the table]

[strikingchords]

[yeah Lan Wangji probably picked a booth where you can get out from either side for just that reason '-'a

he sits up very straight and eats a pancake too, eyeing Wei Wuxian back here and there but in a soft non-expectant way. he does not get on his case about posture.]

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[the pancakes are mildly spicy. a good excuse to stay quiet for a bit]

[strikingchords]

[he doesn't like the pancakes, except that Wei Wuxian said he made them, so he loves the pancakes actually '-'a

speech while dining is forbidden...]

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[he does not actually eat a lot, though he does drink the milkshake ._.

still watching him, cautious]

[strikingchords]

[puts down his chopsticks when he's done and turns to look at him back :(a]