[this feels beyond him far, far more than the sex did; after a horrified moment where he confirms to himself that he isn't crying from just a bite, he wraps his arms around him]
[picks up the cloth again and starts to wash his front, just as slow as before; but he keeps his eyes on his face, so it's not exactly as good of a cleaning]
his expression's stopped being distressed; heavy-lidded now, on the mellow side. leans helpfully into his hands, into the washcloth, looking quietly back at him]
[hesitates as the cloth brushes over the brand mark on his chest, his eyes flicking down to it briefly. the look on his face can only be described as solemn; but the real mess is lower down, so he dips the cloth under the water to clean his stomach next. when he brings himself to meet Lan Wangji's eyes again his expression is soft]
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shakes his head, temporarily mute altogether, and shifts them just enough that he can lean forward and rest his forehead on Wei Wuxian's shoulder]
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Then...what did I do wrong?
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Nothing wrong.
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[starts making soothing circles on his back, mindful of the claws]
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[but his shoulders do relax, minutely]
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Then from what?
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...
Many changes.
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...Yeah. There are.
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[his arms tighten slightly]
You are good.
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[it's a response to all of those statements, weirdly]
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maybe they can just stay like this a little while longer. the bathwater is still hot around them.]
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when he lifts his head, he’s relatively clear-eyed.]
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Are you going to let me finish cleaning you up?
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[picks up the cloth again and starts to wash his front, just as slow as before; but he keeps his eyes on his face, so it's not exactly as good of a cleaning]
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his expression's stopped being distressed; heavy-lidded now, on the mellow side. leans helpfully into his hands, into the washcloth, looking quietly back at him]
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Is everyone in your sect as romantic as you, or just your founder?
[presses the cloth into his hand when he's finished]
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[his ears are pink again. runs the cloth under fresh hot water from the tap and freshens the soap in it, before running it down Wei Wuxian's chest]
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