When Jiang Wanyin steps away, Xichen takes a deep breath and reaches for his tea.
He does not hear the request for a bath, instead loses himself in the moment and sudden quiet. Heβs tired, he realizes. So tired after having been in the company of another for so long, after speaking so much.
When he opens his eyes, Jiang Wanyin is sitting in front of him. He repeats the other manβs name, slowly as it settles on his tongue. Are they friends? They could be. Xichen finds that he wants them to be more than he should. βLan Huan.β He offers his own and it is strange on his lips. Everyone who has called him that is dead.
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He does not hear the request for a bath, instead loses himself in the moment and sudden quiet. Heβs tired, he realizes. So tired after having been in the company of another for so long, after speaking so much.
When he opens his eyes, Jiang Wanyin is sitting in front of him. He repeats the other manβs name, slowly as it settles on his tongue. Are they friends? They could be. Xichen finds that he wants them to be more than he should. βLan Huan.β He offers his own and it is strange on his lips. Everyone who has called him that is dead.