He pulls himself higher in the embrace: no longer curled against Lan Zhan's chest, but eye to eye, hands cradling his face. "Ah, Lan Zhan, don't cry, it's all right."
He cannot remember seeing Lan Zhan cry before; at the cliff, maybe, but so much of that is a blur --
"It's all right," he repeats softly, brushing Lan Zhan's hair back with his fingertips.
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He pulls himself higher in the embrace: no longer curled against Lan Zhan's chest, but eye to eye, hands cradling his face. "Ah, Lan Zhan, don't cry, it's all right."
He cannot remember seeing Lan Zhan cry before; at the cliff, maybe, but so much of that is a blur --
"It's all right," he repeats softly, brushing Lan Zhan's hair back with his fingertips.