"No," he says, clearing his throat in what he knows is an apparent way, but hopes Sizhui lets him get away with sans commentary, "I don't mind."
His arms ease around Sizhui then, more natural as the surprise ceases to add the stiffness that says he doesn't deserve moments like this. Not when he'd insisted on falling, when he'd thought a-Yuan had died. Lan Sizhui is a young man he's been glad to know, and the nuance of that knowing has only deepened with time.
"Mm, Lan Zhan is a good man to learn from. I'll give passing marks to Zewu-jun, too. Esteemed Teacher Lan..."
He hums a contemplative note, but doesn't offer commentary; Lan Qiren has survived and borne more than many men can, or have, and is one of a dwindling generation to have survived to his age. Most his peers were dead. It was not easy, living his life, but Wei Wuxian could respect his living and not particularly like or bow too deeply out of a lack of gratitude that ran both directions.
Amusing, at least. That he could credit to Lan Qiren.
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His arms ease around Sizhui then, more natural as the surprise ceases to add the stiffness that says he doesn't deserve moments like this. Not when he'd insisted on falling, when he'd thought a-Yuan had died. Lan Sizhui is a young man he's been glad to know, and the nuance of that knowing has only deepened with time.
"Mm, Lan Zhan is a good man to learn from. I'll give passing marks to Zewu-jun, too. Esteemed Teacher Lan..."
He hums a contemplative note, but doesn't offer commentary; Lan Qiren has survived and borne more than many men can, or have, and is one of a dwindling generation to have survived to his age. Most his peers were dead. It was not easy, living his life, but Wei Wuxian could respect his living and not particularly like or bow too deeply out of a lack of gratitude that ran both directions.
Amusing, at least. That he could credit to Lan Qiren.