[Sizhui has learned to live on his own for the most part, learning the adventure of adulthood gently to manage on his own and care for his roommate for the past months. Jin Ling's departure is just too sudden for him. He was used to seeing him and the dog. But if one must return home...
Company, he needs it now. He has cried hours before. Already missing his best friend, whom he holds dear. By the time his dear uncle arrives at the door, Sizhui opens it, he has calm down, but slightly unsettled. Trying to be strong to cover his emotional fragility that he hides beneath his Lan practiced calm.
Opening the door, he welcomes him in. The apartment is clean, well-kept, and tidy. But now quiet.]
Come on in.
[Seeing the ice cream, hopefully not melted yet. He brightens just a little.]
[ Xichen's face is calm - not smiling, and the traces of exhaustion have not left (and now Sizhui might know why, those traces) - but in this situation, his kin needs the stability of his sect leader. And Xichen can give that. ]
It seems a good kind of thing to remind your body and mind to think in ways that are different from the usual.
[ aka, comfort food. ]
Unless you have forgone food for a while? In which case the ice cream can be dessert.
[Sizhui is not sure how to respond to that. Ice cream and comfort food cannot replaced a friend he holds dear. But return home if he must...
But it would do. He needs time to adjust. So finding whatever inner strength he has, his arms almost trembled, his expression impassive to match that of Wangji's, he raised his arms and gracefully takes it from him.]
I had soups and congee I bought from the store.
[He'll try not to cry again. His uncle is one of the few where Sizhui can be less precautious about his emotional fragilities.]
Thank you. I'll try to...I'll try to eat...this.
[By this. The ice cream. Once he finds his will and strength. He shall be eating quietly on the sofa where his uncle is welcome to sit.]
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[ Does Xichen think his nephew cannot manage all of this on his own? No, he does not.
Does Xichen think pain needs to be endured alone, without reprieve, when there are people who care? Definitely not.
So he does come, sooner rather than later, with nondairy ice cream in hand. Comfort food. He knocks on the door, his voice soft. ]
Sizhui?
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Company, he needs it now. He has cried hours before. Already missing his best friend, whom he holds dear. By the time his dear uncle arrives at the door, Sizhui opens it, he has calm down, but slightly unsettled. Trying to be strong to cover his emotional fragility that he hides beneath his Lan practiced calm.
Opening the door, he welcomes him in. The apartment is clean, well-kept, and tidy. But now quiet.]
Come on in.
[Seeing the ice cream, hopefully not melted yet. He brightens just a little.]
Ice cream...?
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[ Xichen's face is calm - not smiling, and the traces of exhaustion have not left (and now Sizhui might know why, those traces) - but in this situation, his kin needs the stability of his sect leader. And Xichen can give that. ]
It seems a good kind of thing to remind your body and mind to think in ways that are different from the usual.
[ aka, comfort food. ]
Unless you have forgone food for a while? In which case the ice cream can be dessert.
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[Sizhui is not sure how to respond to that. Ice cream and comfort food cannot replaced a friend he holds dear. But return home if he must...
But it would do. He needs time to adjust. So finding whatever inner strength he has, his arms almost trembled, his expression impassive to match that of Wangji's, he raised his arms and gracefully takes it from him.]
I had soups and congee I bought from the store.
[He'll try not to cry again. His uncle is one of the few where Sizhui can be less precautious about his emotional fragilities.]
Thank you. I'll try to...I'll try to eat...this.
[By this. The ice cream. Once he finds his will and strength. He shall be eating quietly on the sofa where his uncle is welcome to sit.]