[touches the black bunny and its dandelion flower with a very delicate fingertip, then looks up at him directly, eyes still wide and holding a question]
[he raises his chin slightly. his younger self is still risible enough to meet certain kinds of his own internal awkwardness with defiance, or at least what passes for defiance in Lan Wangji; stillness that has solidified its stance to meet the challenge.]
[nods again, stiff. there is something faintly more defensive or vulnerable about this gesture than the last one. the angle of his chin is not so straight; his shoulders tense slightly, though there's no pain or hostility in it.]
[and now the hard part. it is too important to say easily, so it takes him a little bit to gather the words. with no other person, he thinks, can he actually step back and examine and express the dizzy terrifying scope of the sentiment.]
[he goes very still, with a surprise that is much deeper this time, a feeling so deep it resounds through the warp and weft of his bones. Lan Wangji can watch the tiny flickers of emotion on his own face: a reflected warmth, and trepidation because he himself does not know how he could have managed to get through to the new-dead Wei Wuxian other than long patience and time, and a deep-seated relief almost as thorough as the surprise]
nods slightly, relieved himself to see his feelings mirrored, and turns his head away to move a scrap of discarded wrapping paper left on the counter slightly with his finger]
[he's okay with silence too, usually. otherwise he'd be in trouble.
inclines his head, with a slightly jerky exhale. he is so afraid. his other self knows why. he also can't help but hope. his other self knows that too.]
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Wished to.
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[inclines his head, then, respecting that]
Beautiful. My thanks.
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[nods once]
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[now HE looks away]
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[they really don't do hugs to each other, but he does reach up and squeeze his shoulder]
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that is acceptance of the gesture. they are communicating]
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he very gently, carefully closes the box again. he will contemplate and also wash it later.]
You have been well?
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Five days is long.
[he missed him??]
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Mm. Apologies.
[and now the hard part. it is too important to say easily, so it takes him a little bit to gather the words. with no other person, he thinks, can he actually step back and examine and express the dizzy terrifying scope of the sentiment.]
Was with Wei Ying.
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nods slightly, relieved himself to see his feelings mirrored, and turns his head away to move a scrap of discarded wrapping paper left on the counter slightly with his finger]
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He came to you?
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In a sense.
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Difficult to imagine.
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[very literally; he doesn't think Wei Wuxian would have come if he had thought about it more.]
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The bond.
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...
he will try]
May not be "yet."
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inclines his head, with a slightly jerky exhale. he is so afraid. his other self knows why. he also can't help but hope. his other self knows that too.]
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Five days is long for Wei Ying.
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