Lan Xichen can't help but make a small assessment of his own as they move to sit, scanning Wuxian's movements just to check that he really is all right, that nothing else happened in the woods before they arrived back in the hotel. Not that Wuxian couldn't hide it from him if he wanted to - he understands that joviality can be a mask for pain as readily as serenity - but he has to try.
He can find nothing but distress over the situation, though, a distress he suspects is echoed in his own expression.
And he regrets now, a little, that he hadn't taken the opportunity to change before opening the door. It might have done nothing, considering Wuxian had already seen whatever happened during the gaps in Lan Xichen's memory, but at least it wouldn't serve as a stark reminder.
The worry he sees makes him reach out again, to settle a hand on his shoulder, touch gentle and thumb smoothing an absent circle, the way he used to when Mingjue was in pain.
"No. Whatever happened, all I know is that I was in pain, and now I am not." Which is its own concern, really, but at least he can provide reassurance that he had not actually experienced whatever had been done.
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He can find nothing but distress over the situation, though, a distress he suspects is echoed in his own expression.
And he regrets now, a little, that he hadn't taken the opportunity to change before opening the door. It might have done nothing, considering Wuxian had already seen whatever happened during the gaps in Lan Xichen's memory, but at least it wouldn't serve as a stark reminder.
The worry he sees makes him reach out again, to settle a hand on his shoulder, touch gentle and thumb smoothing an absent circle, the way he used to when Mingjue was in pain.
"No. Whatever happened, all I know is that I was in pain, and now I am not." Which is its own concern, really, but at least he can provide reassurance that he had not actually experienced whatever had been done.