[ Xichen's arm around his shoulders tightens just a fraction. ]
You are a good man, Wangji. Young master Wei wants to recover enough so he can deserve you, that is all. Because he cares, and wants not only your touch, but your happiness. Just like you do for him.
We will go find chicken. I think one of the shawarma places nearby works through the night and they make grilled chicken.
[ ... don't ask him how he knows what shawarma is. The story is kind of boring. ]
[ unfortunately for xichen, wangji’s drunk brain has just had a Thought and he stops, completely immovable, while he thinks it. Then he abruptly turns in his brother’s grasp and pulls him in the direction of his house, instead.
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[ He says it with a rush of feeling, all too absent from his voice usually - an almost vindictive derisiveness against fate.
Is he speaking of Wei Wuxian or his brother? Both?
His expression turns sullen again and he looks back toward the lights of the party district behind them. ]
Chicken.
[ Who cares about Lan Rules when you are shit faced? ]
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You are a good man, Wangji. Young master Wei wants to recover enough so he can deserve you, that is all. Because he cares, and wants not only your touch, but your happiness. Just like you do for him.
We will go find chicken. I think one of the shawarma places nearby works through the night and they make grilled chicken.
[ ... don't ask him how he knows what shawarma is. The story is kind of boring. ]
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[ He let Xichen guide him, his usual grace and decorum mostly absent save in the way his spine stays straight even while he sways. ]
I knew.
I knew he was never undeserving.
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But he doesn't.
[ Alllmost there. ]
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He has calligraphy to do. ]
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Let's go that way, then.
Xichen will go with, and instead of trying to talk, hum a soothing Song to his brother. ]