[When the tea is done, he brings both cups over, handing Itachi's to him and then sitting back down on the floor. It's comfortable down there and he's far less likely to spill. A glance at his friend tells him that he's put himself back together, and Wei Wuxian knows more than to try digging back into what happened moments ago.
That Itachi hadn't buckled under thunderous shame is more than enough of a win to him.]
Would you like to play a game of go when we're finished here?
๏ผ he curls long fingers around the tea, bowed over it in pensive thought. he does not lift his eyes, but rather than seeming like avoidance, it simply seems like weariness has taken hold and given a gravity to his attention that is not customarily present. he looks worn down, haggard in a way that's older than his body's age, as if every one of those moments lived within tsukuyomi has weighed him down.
he thumbs at the rim of the cup, thumb hitching on a slight flaw in the glaze he knows so well. then: ๏ผ
Stay with me tonight.
๏ผ neither question nor command, it simply is. ๏ผ
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That Itachi hadn't buckled under thunderous shame is more than enough of a win to him.]
Would you like to play a game of go when we're finished here?
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๏ผ he curls long fingers around the tea, bowed over it in pensive thought. he does not lift his eyes, but rather than seeming like avoidance, it simply seems like weariness has taken hold and given a gravity to his attention that is not customarily present. he looks worn down, haggard in a way that's older than his body's age, as if every one of those moments lived within tsukuyomi has weighed him down.
he thumbs at the rim of the cup, thumb hitching on a slight flaw in the glaze he knows so well. then: ๏ผ
Stay with me tonight.
๏ผ neither question nor command, it simply is. ๏ผ
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In the meantime they take their tea in a comfortable silence, content in each other's company.]