[Wei Ying is clearly out of it, and Wangji won't outstay his welcome.
The tease does bring a raised eyebrow - 'surprisingly', seriously? - but even that fades quickly in the face of concern. Wei Ying usually tries to hide pain or hurt behind smiles and jokes, and this is not different.
What's different is that this time, Wangji isn't sure what hurts.
Because he's seen Wei Ying physically hurt before. He's seen him act foolish before, do foolhardy things for the hell of it and come out with scrapes, twisted joints. He's seen him drunk, has nursed him through hangovers. Sometimes, Wei Ying has had the good grace to look a little ashamed. He sometimes whines and complains of being bossed around. Seeing him this subdued and quiet just feels... wrong.
It's instinct, maybe, hat makes Wangji hold out a hand to run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, and then feel for the bump softly. It doesn't feel too bad.]
Go to bed. Have some rest. You're going to be sore tomorrow.
[He can take care of clearing the table and see himself out. Fei Du have him the code so he can lock up behind himself.]
( He perks up enough in that visible way to try and ease worries, smiling at Lan Zhan and half closing his eyes so how little reaches them isn't evident. )
Not any worse than a day where I overdo a run or something. Don't worry, Lan Zhan, I'll be fine!
( He'll try not to think about fingers running through his hair, or how he wants to ask for Lan Zhan to feel his bump once more, for the lingering sensation. Instead, he tries to pick up his plate to bring it into the kitchen, equally reluctant to mess this up more and to leave Lan Zhan to clean up after him again when it isn't necessary. He can take five more minutes before heading to bed. )
[Wei Ying, please. This is not any worse than the times when you've been too drunk to even stand. Of course you might want to ask yourself why he does this too the times you're too drunk to even stand.
Wangji goes to pry Wei Ying's hands away from the plate.]
Wei Ying. Go to bed.
[And then a bit more forcefully, because sometimes it works when you catch Wei Ying at unawares.]
( There goes the plate... and the last dregs of his present resistance. )
I...
( Hah. A wan, then wry smile, and he breathes out in a laughing huff, briefly closing his eyes. They open sans shadows, just a man haunted by a headache, as he waves a hand at Lan Zhan. )
Right, right, okay. I'll do as you say, Lan Zhan. To bed with me, and you—uh. Drive safe?
( ... a pause, then he rubs the back of his neck and shuffle retreats to do as he said, mostly heading for the bathroom (tooth brushings ahoy), then to fall into bed without changing anything he's wearing. )
[He watches Wei Ying leave towards the bedroom, and waits a few more minutes to make sure he hears him actually getting into bed.
Then he quickly clears the table, puts the dishes in the dishwasher and launches the cycle. he checks the food int he fridge one last time, packs up the leftovers and adds them to it, and then gathers his stuff to go.
By the time Wei Ying wakes up again, he'll be long gone. And so will the plant.]
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The tease does bring a raised eyebrow - 'surprisingly', seriously? - but even that fades quickly in the face of concern. Wei Ying usually tries to hide pain or hurt behind smiles and jokes, and this is not different.
What's different is that this time, Wangji isn't sure what hurts.
Because he's seen Wei Ying physically hurt before. He's seen him act foolish before, do foolhardy things for the hell of it and come out with scrapes, twisted joints. He's seen him drunk, has nursed him through hangovers. Sometimes, Wei Ying has had the good grace to look a little ashamed. He sometimes whines and complains of being bossed around. Seeing him this subdued and quiet just feels... wrong.
It's instinct, maybe, hat makes Wangji hold out a hand to run his fingers through Wei Ying's hair, and then feel for the bump softly. It doesn't feel too bad.]
Go to bed. Have some rest. You're going to be sore tomorrow.
[He can take care of clearing the table and see himself out. Fei Du have him the code so he can lock up behind himself.]
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Not any worse than a day where I overdo a run or something. Don't worry, Lan Zhan, I'll be fine!
( He'll try not to think about fingers running through his hair, or how he wants to ask for Lan Zhan to feel his bump once more, for the lingering sensation. Instead, he tries to pick up his plate to bring it into the kitchen, equally reluctant to mess this up more and to leave Lan Zhan to clean up after him again when it isn't necessary. He can take five more minutes before heading to bed. )
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Wangji goes to pry Wei Ying's hands away from the plate.]
Wei Ying. Go to bed.
[And then a bit more forcefully, because sometimes it works when you catch Wei Ying at unawares.]
Go. I'll lock behind myself when I leave.
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I...
( Hah. A wan, then wry smile, and he breathes out in a laughing huff, briefly closing his eyes. They open sans shadows, just a man haunted by a headache, as he waves a hand at Lan Zhan. )
Right, right, okay. I'll do as you say, Lan Zhan. To bed with me, and you—uh. Drive safe?
( ... a pause, then he rubs the back of his neck and shuffle retreats to do as he said, mostly heading for the bathroom (tooth brushings ahoy), then to fall into bed without changing anything he's wearing. )
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[He watches Wei Ying leave towards the bedroom, and waits a few more minutes to make sure he hears him actually getting into bed.
Then he quickly clears the table, puts the dishes in the dishwasher and launches the cycle. he checks the food int he fridge one last time, packs up the leftovers and adds them to it, and then gathers his stuff to go.
By the time Wei Ying wakes up again, he'll be long gone. And so will the plant.]