[nobody can explain it or the train's ability to bring and send people home on a whim. which is fine, since sizhui would rather not consider such things either, but he does still wonder offhandedly when he finds himself letting his thoughts wander. time isn't normal here and as much as he'd like to ignore the oddities entirely, it isn't possible. (it also hurts a whole lot.)
because if it weren't possible, would he be meeting wen qing right now? no, he most certainly wouldn't, and that's heartbreaking.
he immediately darts his attention back to her, eyes wide and mouth agape at the sight of her tears. the hand comes toward him, he reaches to take it, guides her fingers toward his hair just above the forehead ribbon (although she's more than welcome to touch it, as she's family and all), then his heart leaps at the nickname. a-yuan, a-yuan! sizhui's own eyes are beginning to water, yet before he lets it get the best of him, his other arm stretches out, loops around wen qing's shoulders and tugs her into a hug, voice the softest whisper when he says,] I'm sorry.
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because if it weren't possible, would he be meeting wen qing right now? no, he most certainly wouldn't, and that's heartbreaking.
he immediately darts his attention back to her, eyes wide and mouth agape at the sight of her tears. the hand comes toward him, he reaches to take it, guides her fingers toward his hair just above the forehead ribbon (although she's more than welcome to touch it, as she's family and all), then his heart leaps at the nickname. a-yuan, a-yuan! sizhui's own eyes are beginning to water, yet before he lets it get the best of him, his other arm stretches out, loops around wen qing's shoulders and tugs her into a hug, voice the softest whisper when he says,] I'm sorry.