[ 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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[ 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.]