[ Xichen responds to the bow, his eyes only searching through his brother's face for a moment before they widen. ]
This way.
[ He leads him directly to the bedroom, motioning Wangji to the bed. Once his brother is horizontal, Wangji turns off the light, and takes out the xiao. Not playing anything specific, only enough for Wangji's thoughts to have an external structure to coalesce against, rather than spinning out of control. Structure, and Xichen's soft, all-encompassing love for Wangji. ]
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This way.
[ He leads him directly to the bedroom, motioning Wangji to the bed. Once his brother is horizontal, Wangji turns off the light, and takes out the xiao. Not playing anything specific, only enough for Wangji's thoughts to have an external structure to coalesce against, rather than spinning out of control. Structure, and Xichen's soft, all-encompassing love for Wangji. ]