He is shaking, he realizes, as he turns his hand and closes it around Wei Ying's, holding on a little too tightly.
He does not want Wei Ying to hate his brother. He does not want Wei Ying to hate Gusu Lan, at least not any more than he already might.
There was a time when he had wanted -- when he had hoped--
(Brother.
What is it, Wangji?
I want to bring a man back with me to Cloud Recesses.)
He is desperately, desperately afraid that this will make things worse, and he does not know how to keep it from happening without hurting Wei Ying, which he refuses to do.
He swallows once, hard, and finally looks up at him, unaware of how clearly his worry shows in his eyes, even as he nods.
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He does not want Wei Ying to hate his brother. He does not want Wei Ying to hate Gusu Lan, at least not any more than he already might.
There was a time when he had wanted -- when he had hoped--
(Brother.
What is it, Wangji?
I want to bring a man back with me to Cloud Recesses.)
He is desperately, desperately afraid that this will make things worse, and he does not know how to keep it from happening without hurting Wei Ying, which he refuses to do.
He swallows once, hard, and finally looks up at him, unaware of how clearly his worry shows in his eyes, even as he nods.