[ If Xichen believed that his touch would bring comfort, rather than more irritation, he would reach to caress his brother's brow. He would hold him, too, but touch is complicated. Attention is complicated.
The room is already darkened, but he shifts until he is sitting next to the bed, but with his back towards Wangji. Close enough to touch, but giving him privacy all the same.
He considers the words. ]
I have spoken - will speak, from when you both are - to young master Wei about things that you could not. [ Would not. ] I can talk to him about that, as it would bring relief without endangering Sizhui.
[ Not in this world.
It is one of the few secrets that he kept from ... Meng Yao, before. He might have guessed, but Xichen doesn't think he cared enough to try. But young master Wei... it is different. Xichen knows that he fell thinking that all those he had loved, with the exception of Wangji, were either gone or had abandoned him. Even one more person not lost to that onslaught... that will be good, no? ]
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The room is already darkened, but he shifts until he is sitting next to the bed, but with his back towards Wangji. Close enough to touch, but giving him privacy all the same.
He considers the words. ]
I have spoken - will speak, from when you both are - to young master Wei about things that you could not. [ Would not. ] I can talk to him about that, as it would bring relief without endangering Sizhui.
[ Not in this world.
It is one of the few secrets that he kept from ... Meng Yao, before. He might have guessed, but Xichen doesn't think he cared enough to try. But young master Wei... it is different. Xichen knows that he fell thinking that all those he had loved, with the exception of Wangji, were either gone or had abandoned him. Even one more person not lost to that onslaught... that will be good, no? ]