[ They have tea nearly every day, so it's not so strange to see Wangji - except that this is a much later hour than normal and instead of meeting at his work, he's shown up at Xichen's house.
Outwardly, to most of the world, he looks no different than normal. His face impassive, his robes immaculate, his sword in one hand and his fist held behind his back.
Inwardly, he feels like a hurricane barely entrapped in glass.
He waits until his brother answers the door and then his eyes lower before he makes his short, customary bow.
He says nothing, not trusting his voice to conceal the weight of emotion currently plaguing him. He knows his brother will see some of it anyway, but he doesn't want to worry him.
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Outwardly, to most of the world, he looks no different than normal. His face impassive, his robes immaculate, his sword in one hand and his fist held behind his back.
Inwardly, he feels like a hurricane barely entrapped in glass.
He waits until his brother answers the door and then his eyes lower before he makes his short, customary bow.
He says nothing, not trusting his voice to conceal the weight of emotion currently plaguing him. He knows his brother will see some of it anyway, but he doesn't want to worry him.
He just wants a place of peace. ]