[ He hears the scoff, the derision at him lingering around Gusu like a stray cat left out in the cold, and for a moment Wei Wuxian doesn't know what to say about that. He didn't know where else to go, Yunmeng wasn't available to him and where else would be? Lanling? Qinghe? No, at least the Lan clan was good to him. If he couldn't afford a night at the inn, Lan Wangji would let him rest in Cloud Recesses instead, always an open door for him.
But was Lotus Pier equally open to him? No, he didn't think so. Yet, now he's starting to wonder if that was his own misconception, if Jiang Cheng wanted him back but did not know how to say. He used to be able to read his brother so well. ]
Thanks.
[ And then he's quiet again, the awkwardness suffocating. God. He wishes it were like before, where he could tease Jiang Cheng, find their harmony with one another. They used to shoot the breeze like nothing, like it was as natural as breathing, and now...? ]
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But was Lotus Pier equally open to him? No, he didn't think so. Yet, now he's starting to wonder if that was his own misconception, if Jiang Cheng wanted him back but did not know how to say. He used to be able to read his brother so well. ]
Thanks.
[ And then he's quiet again, the awkwardness suffocating. God. He wishes it were like before, where he could tease Jiang Cheng, find their harmony with one another. They used to shoot the breeze like nothing, like it was as natural as breathing, and now...? ]
The chicken is good.
[ Ugh, he's useless. ]