What would convince you otherwise? That I am real?
[This thought exercise is one he's taken himself through once before already, but his methods only worked because his the one occupying his mind and body. What would work for Lan Xichen, he doesn't know.
He is abruptly hyper-aware of the touch to his wrist and the way Lan Xichen continues looking down at his hand. Jin Guangyao allows the touch and doesn't pull away from it, though he feels suddenly exposed in a way that is difficult for him to describe even to himself. He purses his lips together, then tentatively suggests,] Would Er-ge like to try a cup of coffee? [a pause, then,] I can prepare decaf, if you prefer.
[That's something that absolutely did not exist in their world, and which Lan Xichen's mind would not be able to create out of the aether.]
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[This thought exercise is one he's taken himself through once before already, but his methods only worked because his the one occupying his mind and body. What would work for Lan Xichen, he doesn't know.
He is abruptly hyper-aware of the touch to his wrist and the way Lan Xichen continues looking down at his hand. Jin Guangyao allows the touch and doesn't pull away from it, though he feels suddenly exposed in a way that is difficult for him to describe even to himself. He purses his lips together, then tentatively suggests,] Would Er-ge like to try a cup of coffee? [a pause, then,] I can prepare decaf, if you prefer.
[That's something that absolutely did not exist in their world, and which Lan Xichen's mind would not be able to create out of the aether.]