He sounds a little strangled. Carefully, he starts to flip through the pictures, stopping on one with the two of them together, arms slung around each other's shoulders, swaying back and forth as they hold each other up, giggling at some joke between the two of them.
(Ingress's dress is very tight, he notices, in an absent way.)
... they look happy. They look joyful. Lan Wangji waits for the familiar acid twist of jealousy, and is surprised to find it absent, before he understands.
He has no need to be jealous. Not any more.
He glances up at Ingress.
"I am glad," he says. "That you had fun."
He doesn't even notice how gently he has placed his thumb on the miniature Wei Ying's hand, as if to hold it.
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He sounds a little strangled. Carefully, he starts to flip through the pictures, stopping on one with the two of them together, arms slung around each other's shoulders, swaying back and forth as they hold each other up, giggling at some joke between the two of them.
(Ingress's dress is very tight, he notices, in an absent way.)
... they look happy. They look joyful. Lan Wangji waits for the familiar acid twist of jealousy, and is surprised to find it absent, before he understands.
He has no need to be jealous. Not any more.
He glances up at Ingress.
"I am glad," he says. "That you had fun."
He doesn't even notice how gently he has placed his thumb on the miniature Wei Ying's hand, as if to hold it.