[He's quiet for a second, and then moves over to wherever Wen Ning is. Earlier in the week, it was something he wanted to keep to himself. He didn't want anyone else to suffer through the feelings he was dealing with, and he knew he already hurt Wen Ning pretty badly from the very start. Why give him more to handle?
But - he's feeling a little more steady on his feet, now. He wishes it was only himself and Beau. He wishes the rest had been left out, didn't have to kill. But all the same, it's nice, knowing you aren't as alone as you thought.
So he holds his hands out toward Wen Ning, after stopping before him.]
[wen ning doesn't mind handling it, especially with wei wuxian. he would have taken it, would have taken responsibility for any negative emotions he thought were his fault, for putting wei wuxian in this position.
but he knows how his young master is, and he didn't really expect this to be offered. he just looks at wei wuxian's hands for a moment, almost uncertain whether he really means it-- before he nods, reaching up to offer his hands in return.]
[Even though he'd been the one to offer, he does hesitate for a second. It's a leap for him to take, but - well. All this week he's been bumping and brushing into people by accident, experiencing emotions without meaning to, sharing them without wanting to. There's something powerful about being able to take someone by the hands and have it mean you, I trust. You, I want to share this with.
It's still hard, but with Wen Ning, it's... easier. After a beat, he reaches forward and takes Wen Ning's offered hands into his own.
Wen Ning doesn't need to feel for himself to know just how empty or full Wei Wuxian's emotional well can be at any given time, having lived through the worst of it himself. Some of his most vacant lows, some of his most explosive bursts of temper. There's still that aching and empty hollowness pulsing at his core, which not even good news chases away after weeks and weeks of going through what he's been through. Within that gaping maw, there are still waves of guilt and grief. Self-loathing, wound high and tight. The sickly edge of bitter, furious resentment simmering low.
But this time, there's also - relief, even if it's intertwined tightly with guilt. Appreciation. Affection, understanding. Remorse, but the sort that seeks to fix rather than waste away. The return of a small flicker of hope, finally, finally.
He's clinging to that with a fierce determination.]
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wen ning just nods, slowly.]
I know that it's... just as hard for you both to choose.
[but he's quiet, when he says it. he liked minako.]
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But - he's feeling a little more steady on his feet, now. He wishes it was only himself and Beau. He wishes the rest had been left out, didn't have to kill. But all the same, it's nice, knowing you aren't as alone as you thought.
So he holds his hands out toward Wen Ning, after stopping before him.]
...May I?
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but he knows how his young master is, and he didn't really expect this to be offered. he just looks at wei wuxian's hands for a moment, almost uncertain whether he really means it-- before he nods, reaching up to offer his hands in return.]
...yes.
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It's still hard, but with Wen Ning, it's... easier. After a beat, he reaches forward and takes Wen Ning's offered hands into his own.
Wen Ning doesn't need to feel for himself to know just how empty or full Wei Wuxian's emotional well can be at any given time, having lived through the worst of it himself. Some of his most vacant lows, some of his most explosive bursts of temper. There's still that aching and empty hollowness pulsing at his core, which not even good news chases away after weeks and weeks of going through what he's been through. Within that gaping maw, there are still waves of guilt and grief. Self-loathing, wound high and tight. The sickly edge of bitter, furious resentment simmering low.
But this time, there's also - relief, even if it's intertwined tightly with guilt. Appreciation. Affection, understanding. Remorse, but the sort that seeks to fix rather than waste away. The return of a small flicker of hope, finally, finally.
He's clinging to that with a fierce determination.]