[ He appreciates the proximity, even if he does not cross it. Even if he keeps perfectly still, hands folded against his chest.
The news that Xichen speaks to Wei Ying on his behalf is not surprising. Nor does it particularly worry him. He knows that sometimes he requires translation, and he trusts his brother’s discretion and judgement.
He’s silent for a long long moment, weighing the risks. The costs. He should be the one to tell Wei Ying, but he... can’t. ]
... Do not tell him of my involvement. [ He decides, in a low, quiet tone. ]
[ He would not ask for more. He couldn’t lie if asked directly, and he wouldn’t ask his brother to. He can only hope that the question will never be posed at all.
He’s not ashamed of what he did. Far from. But placing any burden of debt on Wei Ying’s shoulders now is something he cannot bear.
The only reason he thinks Wei Ying should be told at all is that it might soothe the smallest shred of his grief. If they were home, he would not - the Wens still far too reviled.
This is as much as he can offer.
He simply nods, almost invisible in the dark, yet certain his brother will know.
There are other torments, of course. Other things he longs to have answered. But Xichen could not answer them. And even if he could, Wangji knows the answers would only bring pain.
He closes his eyes and does as his brother bades him.
A moment later, blissful darkness subsumes his thoughts and he falls into a dreamless sleep. ]
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The news that Xichen speaks to Wei Ying on his behalf is not surprising. Nor does it particularly worry him. He knows that sometimes he requires translation, and he trusts his brother’s discretion and judgement.
He’s silent for a long long moment, weighing the risks. The costs. He should be the one to tell Wei Ying, but he... can’t. ]
... Do not tell him of my involvement. [ He decides, in a low, quiet tone. ]
The boy was found, kept safe. That is enough.
Owes no debt.
no subject
I will not lie if he asks directly, but I will do my best to not lead him to question it.
[ Xichen knows exactly what Wangji is asking him. And yes, he knows that a lie would make it worse, but omission... that is different. ]
Rest?
no subject
He’s not ashamed of what he did. Far from. But placing any burden of debt on Wei Ying’s shoulders now is something he cannot bear.
The only reason he thinks Wei Ying should be told at all is that it might soothe the smallest shred of his grief. If they were home, he would not - the Wens still far too reviled.
This is as much as he can offer.
He simply nods, almost invisible in the dark, yet certain his brother will know.
There are other torments, of course. Other things he longs to have answered. But Xichen could not answer them. And even if he could, Wangji knows the answers would only bring pain.
He closes his eyes and does as his brother bades him.
A moment later, blissful darkness subsumes his thoughts and he falls into a dreamless sleep. ]