Lan Zhan doesn't push him away, but neither does he try to hold him, and Wei Wuxian catches just enough of the angry looks crossing his pristine features to worry. It was exactly what he'd hoped to avoid, in fact, and he didn't even have to look, he could hear the frustration apparent even in his breath.
Wei Wuxian would almost rather he was struck. At least when he fought with Jiang Cheng or was disciplined by Madam Yu, it was over with quickly, and they could all move on. He didn't feel the need to make excuses, hated the idea that he might get someone else in trouble, even if it was Lan Zhan's own soul-twin, but trying to take the blame on himself, as he would in any other scenario, would only serve to hurt his own Lan Zhan all the more.
"I... yes," he says truthfully, "but- but I'm sure he just- had his own Wei Wuxian in mind."
Whatever he might've said, it was hard to take at face value, especially when he'd been so close to a breakdown. Of course he missed his Wei Ying, and here he was, the nearest warm body that wore the same face. He'd probably done just as much harm as comfort.
"I'm sorry," his hands fidget nervously, and he much prefers to look down at them, than try to meet Lan Wangji's eyes. He's never had an easy time saying it, but if anyone deserves to hear it, it's Lan Zhan, "I'm so sorry."
He doesn't know what else to say. It seems too selfish to beg him not to be angry, despite how he might want to. Excuses that he didn't know it would happen, that he hadn't meant to lead the other on just seem hollow. More than anything, he worries he might have messed this up, gone a step too far, made Lan Zhan realize it'd all been a mistake.
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Wei Wuxian would almost rather he was struck. At least when he fought with Jiang Cheng or was disciplined by Madam Yu, it was over with quickly, and they could all move on. He didn't feel the need to make excuses, hated the idea that he might get someone else in trouble, even if it was Lan Zhan's own soul-twin, but trying to take the blame on himself, as he would in any other scenario, would only serve to hurt his own Lan Zhan all the more.
"I... yes," he says truthfully, "but- but I'm sure he just- had his own Wei Wuxian in mind."
Whatever he might've said, it was hard to take at face value, especially when he'd been so close to a breakdown. Of course he missed his Wei Ying, and here he was, the nearest warm body that wore the same face. He'd probably done just as much harm as comfort.
"I'm sorry," his hands fidget nervously, and he much prefers to look down at them, than try to meet Lan Wangji's eyes. He's never had an easy time saying it, but if anyone deserves to hear it, it's Lan Zhan, "I'm so sorry."
He doesn't know what else to say. It seems too selfish to beg him not to be angry, despite how he might want to. Excuses that he didn't know it would happen, that he hadn't meant to lead the other on just seem hollow. More than anything, he worries he might have messed this up, gone a step too far, made Lan Zhan realize it'd all been a mistake.