( Is he supposed to have a ready explanation? That's difficult for him, when the words to explain what he feels aren't even ones he has in his vocabulary. At least not that he can find right now.
He tries to find an answer, not wanting to leave Lan Zhan without one, but all he ends up with is: )
For being here.
( Which is part of it, and also silly, they're at Lan Zhan's apartment after all, but... he grumbles, frustrated but by now calm enough the frustration ends just there: grumbling. )
( An overactive brain falling back on easier answers, or a lack thereof in the moment. He didn't know why he wanted to say thank you because emotional processing was so much harder for him than logical processing. Feeling things that touch on fragile and personal and lovely in a way he doesn't want to have leave is difficult. )
Yeah, well...
( He finally unburies his head, looks at Lan Zhan's face, presses a kiss to whatever he reaches first on that lovely, beloved visage. )
( Wei Wuxian, sadly, is also aware of his own opinions of himself, and idiot is not the word he generally applies. Nor what he means, when he says he was being one, because shutting down and not parsing how he feels, let alone how Lan Zhan has felt, ties into the self worth issues that have him settling his head down once more. )
Not going to mess up your sleep schedule, is it?
( Out of a presumption that sleepiness, like yawns, will catch. But he does close his eyes, tries not to think too hard on why this feels precious and breakable and reassuring for the warmth and steadiness of Lan Zhan's breathing, his heartbeat. He's at least aware of it now.
Still doesn't think he's worth it, but if Lan Zhan gives him the courtesy to decide for himself, he has to trust in the same for Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian doesn't need to know if he is or not. Only Lan Zhan does. )
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He tries to find an answer, not wanting to leave Lan Zhan without one, but all he ends up with is: )
For being here.
( Which is part of it, and also silly, they're at Lan Zhan's apartment after all, but... he grumbles, frustrated but by now calm enough the frustration ends just there: grumbling. )
I don't know, just thank you.
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You never need to thank me for being here.
[He wants to be here, after all.]
I waited a long time, but it was worth it.
but was waiting for this tag worth it--
Yeah, well...
( He finally unburies his head, looks at Lan Zhan's face, presses a kiss to whatever he reaches first on that lovely, beloved visage. )
I'm glad you did. Even if I was kind of an idiot.
yes it was..... lol
[He's not going to let you call yourself an idiot. He's well aware of the opinions of some people in their entourage, and he doesn't care.]
You needed to decide for yourself. It's fine.
[They've woken up not long ago and yet... the upheaval that was this morning clearly has taken a toll, because even Wangji feels tired.]
Rest a bit. You can nap if you want to.
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Not going to mess up your sleep schedule, is it?
( Out of a presumption that sleepiness, like yawns, will catch. But he does close his eyes, tries not to think too hard on why this feels precious and breakable and reassuring for the warmth and steadiness of Lan Zhan's breathing, his heartbeat. He's at least aware of it now.
Still doesn't think he's worth it, but if Lan Zhan gives him the courtesy to decide for himself, he has to trust in the same for Lan Zhan. Wei Wuxian doesn't need to know if he is or not. Only Lan Zhan does. )
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[He can definitely be a pillow for however long it's needed. A warm solid, breathing pillow with a heartbeat that will hold onto Wei Ying.]