[Lan Xichen should feel conflicted about the question of staying in the same house as a man that killed his older sworn brother. He should feel angrier that his trust was betrayed and that it cost the lives of people he loved.
He should feel all of this more deeply, he's sure. But all that's there is is the frustration that his own passivity, his own selfish desire to reconcile the irreconcilable, instigated the demise of both Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao.
...And then the bone-deep relief that at least one of them is standing in front of him, alive.]
I... had not thought about a place to stay yet.
[True enough, he'd been overwhelmed with a number of things, and it wouldn't be the first time he had nowhere to go.]
A few days, if it is not an imposition. I do appreciate it. [A smile, and a small bow.]
We can talk about it more over... hot chocolate, yes? [And he had every intention of getting Jin Guangyao to try a cinnamon bun, sticky fingers be damned.]
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He should feel all of this more deeply, he's sure. But all that's there is is the frustration that his own passivity, his own selfish desire to reconcile the irreconcilable, instigated the demise of both Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao.
...And then the bone-deep relief that at least one of them is standing in front of him, alive.]
I... had not thought about a place to stay yet.
[True enough, he'd been overwhelmed with a number of things, and it wouldn't be the first time he had nowhere to go.]
A few days, if it is not an imposition. I do appreciate it. [A smile, and a small bow.]
We can talk about it more over... hot chocolate, yes? [And he had every intention of getting Jin Guangyao to try a cinnamon bun, sticky fingers be damned.]