[Wangji had just come back to the dining area to find Wei Ying not there and was folding the blanket, and he gives him a once over. No wobbling, he doesn't seem to be dizzy, he's moving around mostly okay, maybe a little stiffly where he banged his arm and shoulder. Wangji comes a little closer, fingers going into his hair to investigate the bump, which has swelled down. Good.]
I'll reheat it for you. Sit down.
[Well, that and his own. They're both cold by now.
Poor Wei Ying is now acting strangely subdued, too, even though Wangji is not much fazed by the happenings. It's just that usually, the happenings happen because Wei Ying is drunk, and he very much is not today, so it's a bit strange.]
( This date, which he's still not admitting to himself is a date, has gone horribly. He's managed to make Lan Zhan worry, added bruises to a growing collection he didn't actually care to add to, almost harmed the plant he still doesn't want to examine why he bought, then made Lan Zhan experience the cardinal sin of reheating freshly made food left to go cold on plate.
He sighs, resting his head on the table with no thump (extra pain right now, plus that'd make Lan Zhan worry, he hazards to guess) and his hands in his lap, listening to the sounds from the kitchen and wondering if he can crawl back into the blanket and pretend today--tonight--this moment isn't happening.
So tempting. He turns his head to the side to regard the direction of the couch and now folded blanket. So tempting. Instead, he stays where he sits, only lifting his head to sit properly once Lan Zhan returns. )
You really didn't need to do that...
( HE'S A MAN. HE CAN HANDLE A COLD MEAL though the hot meal served hot is definitely nicer... )
It's alright. Eat. And then you should probably go and rest.
[Wei Ying looks like a mix between vaguely miserable and exhausted right now. And it's not like things like that never happen around Wei Ying - truth be told, they tend to happen more often that not, but...
But usually, he gets embarrassed about it and bounces right back. This time, he looks really down.
So to cut through any awkwardness, Wangji just picks up his own chopsticks and starts eating. Because that was why he was invited in the first place, wasn't it?]
( He just sighs, then nods his head, which makes him wince, which makes him sigh again. Yes, he should eat. Then rest. Then forget about the plant and feeling foolish over something that probably maybe wasn't anything and just shake it off and act like nothing happened at all!
Which in various senses is indeed true. Nothing outside the normal for them has happened, ignoring the plant he bought then managed to injure himself panic watering, as one does.
He does manage to eat and injects more energy into that than he's been showing, but it's also pretty clearly for show. Why! Why couldn't he have not messed this thing up that isn't a thing but could have been a thing and might be a thing but is not, actually, a thing. )
Thanks, again. You always make surprisingly tasty food.
( Smile? It's terrible as far as compliments or teases go, but he's trying. )
[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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I'll reheat it for you. Sit down.
[Well, that and his own. They're both cold by now.
Poor Wei Ying is now acting strangely subdued, too, even though Wangji is not much fazed by the happenings. It's just that usually, the happenings happen because Wei Ying is drunk, and he very much is not today, so it's a bit strange.]
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He sighs, resting his head on the table with no thump (extra pain right now, plus that'd make Lan Zhan worry, he hazards to guess) and his hands in his lap, listening to the sounds from the kitchen and wondering if he can crawl back into the blanket and pretend today--tonight--this moment isn't happening.
So tempting. He turns his head to the side to regard the direction of the couch and now folded blanket. So tempting. Instead, he stays where he sits, only lifting his head to sit properly once Lan Zhan returns. )
You really didn't need to do that...
( HE'S A MAN. HE CAN HANDLE A COLD MEAL though the hot meal served hot is definitely nicer... )
Thank you, Lan Zhan.
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[Wei Ying looks like a mix between vaguely miserable and exhausted right now. And it's not like things like that never happen around Wei Ying - truth be told, they tend to happen more often that not, but...
But usually, he gets embarrassed about it and bounces right back. This time, he looks really down.
So to cut through any awkwardness, Wangji just picks up his own chopsticks and starts eating. Because that was why he was invited in the first place, wasn't it?]
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Which in various senses is indeed true. Nothing outside the normal for them has happened, ignoring the plant he bought then managed to injure himself panic watering, as one does.
He does manage to eat and injects more energy into that than he's been showing, but it's also pretty clearly for show. Why! Why couldn't he have not messed this thing up that isn't a thing but could have been a thing and might be a thing but is not, actually, a thing. )
Thanks, again. You always make surprisingly tasty food.
( Smile? It's terrible as far as compliments or teases go, but he's trying. )
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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.]