[He bows his head at Itachi's words and nods. He knows that's why. He knows, just as he knows that if he'd asked for permission to give Jiang Cheng his golden core, it would have been denied, and if he'd told him about what he'd done after, Jiang Cheng never would have recovered.
It doesn't mean Itachi isn't right.]
I know.
[It occurs to Wei Wuxian in this exact moment that he might have made his regret not telling Jiang Cheng, but he dismisses the thought even as it comes. It might have made a difference. (It wouldn't have been enough to save the Dafan Wen.) Even so, he still can't bring himself to stomach the idea.
His eyes track Itachi's tea making and he fights the urge to bat Itachi away and do it himself. Itachi should be resting, but he knows that suggesting as much will only annoy him. If he was in such poor shape that he couldn't get up to make tea, McCoy wouldn't have allowed him to return to his room anyway.]
๏ผ once prepared, he sets a cup of tea down near wei wuxian's hand and retreats back to the bed. there is rather less ceremony to it now than is his custom, perhaps the clearest sign of how badly afflicted he still is despite all his assurances. ๏ผ
Knowing is easy.
๏ผ it's something said with a faint note of commiseration, self-directed censure. wry, but tired. ๏ผ
Drink your tea, and if you have nothing further I will ask that you take your leave.
[With no desire to continue down that train of conversation, Wei Wuxian is more than alright with the shift in topics.
He hadn't planned to stay this long once Itachi had opened the door, and he nods in acquiescence, raising his cup with a nod of gratitude. The silence that follows is companionable even with the remnant of what he'd just revealed to his friend hanging in the air, and he revels in the quiet peacefulness of knowing that Itachi is well.
When heโs finished his tea, he sets the cup down with a soft clink and then fixes his gaze on Itachi as he rises.]
Get some rest, okay? [The words come with the slightest of sheepish smiles, clearly aware the the main thing stopping Itachi from doing exactly that so far has been him.]
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It doesn't mean Itachi isn't right.]
I know.
[It occurs to Wei Wuxian in this exact moment that he might have made his regret not telling Jiang Cheng, but he dismisses the thought even as it comes. It might have made a difference. (It wouldn't have been enough to save the Dafan Wen.) Even so, he still can't bring himself to stomach the idea.
His eyes track Itachi's tea making and he fights the urge to bat Itachi away and do it himself. Itachi should be resting, but he knows that suggesting as much will only annoy him. If he was in such poor shape that he couldn't get up to make tea, McCoy wouldn't have allowed him to return to his room anyway.]
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Knowing is easy.
๏ผ it's something said with a faint note of commiseration, self-directed censure. wry, but tired. ๏ผ
Drink your tea, and if you have nothing further I will ask that you take your leave.
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He hadn't planned to stay this long once Itachi had opened the door, and he nods in acquiescence, raising his cup with a nod of gratitude. The silence that follows is companionable even with the remnant of what he'd just revealed to his friend hanging in the air, and he revels in the quiet peacefulness of knowing that Itachi is well.
When heโs finished his tea, he sets the cup down with a soft clink and then fixes his gaze on Itachi as he rises.]
Get some rest, okay? [The words come with the slightest of sheepish smiles, clearly aware the the main thing stopping Itachi from doing exactly that so far has been him.]
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