When he sees the blood, he's quick with- well, he's not got a handkerchief on him, so he tries to pat at it with his sleeve. Better on black than to try to get blood out of Lan Zhan's pristine whites. Besides, it was kind of, okay definitely his fault in the first place. Not that it matters much, because his face goes directly into Wei Wuxian's chest anyway, so he gives it up as something of a lost cause.
"A~ah, right, that sneaky ground," he gives Lan Zhan's back a couple of gentle and reassuring pats, "happens to me all the time."
Lan Zhan has become such a terrible drunk with age! When he was younger, he'd just had to put him to bed a few times, tease him into calling Wei Wuxian, Gege, and maybe a few other harmless games. Now he was trying to wrangle a giant clingy toddler. With wings. It was only fitting that he employ similar tactics that he'd once used when convincing A-Yuan it was time to get ready for bed.
"Oh, yes, you won! You got me," he tries to hide a laugh behind his fist, as he works to loop Lan Zhan's arm around his shoulder, to get him up on his feet and steadied, "first prize is a nice hot bath!"
no subject
"A~ah, right, that sneaky ground," he gives Lan Zhan's back a couple of gentle and reassuring pats, "happens to me all the time."
Lan Zhan has become such a terrible drunk with age! When he was younger, he'd just had to put him to bed a few times, tease him into calling Wei Wuxian, Gege, and maybe a few other harmless games. Now he was trying to wrangle a giant clingy toddler. With wings. It was only fitting that he employ similar tactics that he'd once used when convincing A-Yuan it was time to get ready for bed.
"Oh, yes, you won! You got me," he tries to hide a laugh behind his fist, as he works to loop Lan Zhan's arm around his shoulder, to get him up on his feet and steadied, "first prize is a nice hot bath!"