Too much pain. Too full of grief. Wei Wuxian hadn't been able to see any other action but to through himself off that cliff. He'd wanted nothing else, either.
But now he's here. And Lan Wangji is here, making such a fuss over him, seeming to see more in him than anyone else. Supplying him with liquor, a place to recover...checking his wounds and bolstering his pitiful amount of spirit energy to speed his healing along.
The petulant tone startles a little laugh from Wuxian though before he gasps in worry as Wangji clearly falls asleep. He sighs, shaking his head in wry affection before tugging and twisting his friend until Lan Zhan is stretched out on the bed. Even if the toll on himself is a return of some of the physical pain, everything complaining at every move. He takes a moment to breathe, then moves on to take their boots off, then back up and adjusts his friend to the proper sleep position of the Lan Sect, arms folded over his chest and perfectly straight on top of the covers.
He collapses next to Wangji then, limbs trembling with the effort, but it doesn't matter. He gives himself another few minutes before propping himself up and checking his friend over one more time. And gently moves some hair from Wangji's face, unable to help the fond little smile.
He blows out a breath and eventually forces himself from the bed, snagging another of the bottles of liquor to take with him to the window where he leans against the wall beside it.
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But now he's here. And Lan Wangji is here, making such a fuss over him, seeming to see more in him than anyone else. Supplying him with liquor, a place to recover...checking his wounds and bolstering his pitiful amount of spirit energy to speed his healing along.
The petulant tone startles a little laugh from Wuxian though before he gasps in worry as Wangji clearly falls asleep. He sighs, shaking his head in wry affection before tugging and twisting his friend until Lan Zhan is stretched out on the bed. Even if the toll on himself is a return of some of the physical pain, everything complaining at every move. He takes a moment to breathe, then moves on to take their boots off, then back up and adjusts his friend to the proper sleep position of the Lan Sect, arms folded over his chest and perfectly straight on top of the covers.
He collapses next to Wangji then, limbs trembling with the effort, but it doesn't matter. He gives himself another few minutes before propping himself up and checking his friend over one more time. And gently moves some hair from Wangji's face, unable to help the fond little smile.
He blows out a breath and eventually forces himself from the bed, snagging another of the bottles of liquor to take with him to the window where he leans against the wall beside it.