Not intentionally, so it's fine. [ Jiang Cheng isn't in the mood, entirely, for softness and kindness, not when he feels as though he's been grated into pieces. He's exhausted despite the hours of sleep that he's had and he doesn't know what to do with everything that's wrapped up inside of him, all the words he's left unsaid over the years and months since he lost everything.
It's true that he's gained so much - gained a family he never imagined he'd have, a son, a husband, the growth of his sect - but it had come at such a heavy cost. The idea of being backed into a corner like this by his own emotions infuriates him, leaving him glowering at the rain as if it's the source of all his problems. The only thing that draws him back is the soft feeling of a-Huan taking his hand, of linking their fingers together and bringing him back to the present.
The offer is there and he immediately wants to refuse. Would talking help? He's never unburdened himself before, never voiced all his problems and hurts and aches, not really. He had been honest with Wei Wuixan when they were together at Guanyin Temple, but it hadn't even the kind of honesty that would've really bridged the gap between them. It scraped the surface, nothing more.
Shifting, he leans some of his weight against Xichen, closing his eyes. ]
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It's true that he's gained so much - gained a family he never imagined he'd have, a son, a husband, the growth of his sect - but it had come at such a heavy cost. The idea of being backed into a corner like this by his own emotions infuriates him, leaving him glowering at the rain as if it's the source of all his problems. The only thing that draws him back is the soft feeling of a-Huan taking his hand, of linking their fingers together and bringing him back to the present.
The offer is there and he immediately wants to refuse. Would talking help? He's never unburdened himself before, never voiced all his problems and hurts and aches, not really. He had been honest with Wei Wuixan when they were together at Guanyin Temple, but it hadn't even the kind of honesty that would've really bridged the gap between them. It scraped the surface, nothing more.
Shifting, he leans some of his weight against Xichen, closing his eyes. ]
I don't know, a-Huan.