[ Wuxian gives Xichen his full attention, head a little lowered but gaze fixed on him. He trusts this man to tell him the truth, almost as much as he trusts Wangji. He knows he'll actually get more of an answer from Xichen, at least.
He listens...even when it's difficult. Doesn't interrupt. Hardly even breathes, let alone make a sound. He could chuckle, hearing Lan Wangji had gone out and bought liquor. But he doesn't. Because what happened after...hurts.
His gaze lowers when Xichen seems to be done- and what more can be said? His fingers dig into the cloth at his knees, deeper. Facts seem to click into place.
Not just accusations. Not just fancy. But facts.
Wuxian holds his silence for another few minutes, poking at the thought for real. Then nods, short and sharp and returns a steady gaze to Xichen. ]
One more question, Zewu-Jun. Because I know you know his heart.
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He listens...even when it's difficult. Doesn't interrupt. Hardly even breathes, let alone make a sound. He could chuckle, hearing Lan Wangji had gone out and bought liquor. But he doesn't. Because what happened after...hurts.
His gaze lowers when Xichen seems to be done- and what more can be said? His fingers dig into the cloth at his knees, deeper. Facts seem to click into place.
Not just accusations. Not just fancy. But facts.
Wuxian holds his silence for another few minutes, poking at the thought for real. Then nods, short and sharp and returns a steady gaze to Xichen. ]
One more question, Zewu-Jun. Because I know you know his heart.
Does Lan Zhan love me?