Ah, yes, [a little grin, followed by an equally little wince when he hits a snag in his hair, and gentles his combing fingers to work through it carefully,] I did not try those. They seemed messy.
[It's the force of long established habit that allows him to behave so casually in front of Lan Xichen, to lower his defences and cut just a few corners for the sake of expediency and his own comfort. He'd never dream of tending to his hair or shedding his outer robe in front of anyone else, not even Huaisang, not even if it was thick with mud and soaking wet. But the usual rules that Jin Guangyao applies to his social interactions with everyone else have never applied to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen is... safe.
He steps back into the house and goes to fetch a broom and little dustpan from the closet, meticulously and methodically cleaning up the chaos from the floors first.] Would er-ge like to visit the pier again? It is a pleasant enough day outside--
[--and he stops himself abruptly to look at Lan Xichen in dismay, because this is really a totally unforgivable lapse in manners, all his personal feelings aside,]--forgive me, I should have asked er-ge as soon as he arrived: do you have a place to stay in the city? [a beat, and then a gesture with one hand towards the portion of the house on the opposite side of the small courtyard,] There is a small spare bedroom here. It's yours, er-ge, if you need it.
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[It's the force of long established habit that allows him to behave so casually in front of Lan Xichen, to lower his defences and cut just a few corners for the sake of expediency and his own comfort. He'd never dream of tending to his hair or shedding his outer robe in front of anyone else, not even Huaisang, not even if it was thick with mud and soaking wet. But the usual rules that Jin Guangyao applies to his social interactions with everyone else have never applied to Lan Xichen. Lan Xichen is... safe.
He steps back into the house and goes to fetch a broom and little dustpan from the closet, meticulously and methodically cleaning up the chaos from the floors first.] Would er-ge like to visit the pier again? It is a pleasant enough day outside--
[--and he stops himself abruptly to look at Lan Xichen in dismay, because this is really a totally unforgivable lapse in manners, all his personal feelings aside,]--forgive me, I should have asked er-ge as soon as he arrived: do you have a place to stay in the city? [a beat, and then a gesture with one hand towards the portion of the house on the opposite side of the small courtyard,] There is a small spare bedroom here. It's yours, er-ge, if you need it.