His expression softens, eyes brightening as though Wangji has made his day with that. Which, well. He has.
"We will have to find out how they keep track of dates here." They must, somehow - despite the never ending twilight in most of the hotel, their trip outside had proved that days and nights do pass accordingly. "I hope you will allow me to assist in the planning."
As much as is needed, he almost adds, but decides against it. He doesn't want to do it because it might be needed, either here or back home - he wants to do it because it is Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and he is genuinely joyful about the wedding.
So much that he had, for a moment, forgotten the odd other-ness of the arm, but he reorients himself to assess it at the question.
"It has not been painful, but it is... uncanny, still." Even now, he finds himself unsure what to make of it.
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"We will have to find out how they keep track of dates here." They must, somehow - despite the never ending twilight in most of the hotel, their trip outside had proved that days and nights do pass accordingly. "I hope you will allow me to assist in the planning."
As much as is needed, he almost adds, but decides against it. He doesn't want to do it because it might be needed, either here or back home - he wants to do it because it is Wangji and Wei Wuxian, and he is genuinely joyful about the wedding.
So much that he had, for a moment, forgotten the odd other-ness of the arm, but he reorients himself to assess it at the question.
"It has not been painful, but it is... uncanny, still." Even now, he finds himself unsure what to make of it.