We have been together long enough, haven't we? [ As if Lan Xichen isn't known for his kindness; as if his husband isn't renown around the world for being generous, being the man who looks out for others. Anyone could guess it of his a-Huan, but Jiang Cheng would like to imagine that he knows his lover best in the end.
He feels anxious, as if admitting any of this might somehow be a failing. Rationally he is aware that Xichen would never make him feel anything close to that, but in the end how can he know for certain? He is covered in scars, mental and physical, and he can't erase any of them - and he has tried. Wei Wuxian had tried. A-jie had tried. He can't get rid of them.
One hand reaches out, gripping at Xichen's robes, almost childlike. ]
Many things. The Wen disciples, the Core surgery, Lotus Pier. All the things I can't forget. That's all.
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He feels anxious, as if admitting any of this might somehow be a failing. Rationally he is aware that Xichen would never make him feel anything close to that, but in the end how can he know for certain? He is covered in scars, mental and physical, and he can't erase any of them - and he has tried. Wei Wuxian had tried. A-jie had tried. He can't get rid of them.
One hand reaches out, gripping at Xichen's robes, almost childlike. ]
Many things. The Wen disciples, the Core surgery, Lotus Pier. All the things I can't forget. That's all.