That tells him Xichen knows...everything. Unlike Meng Yao, who had been told it all from various perspectives.
The glare softens with his recognition. Only for a scowl to take its place when Xichen goes to the floor with that heart-wrenching apology. Mingjue follows him to the ground, reaching to tug him at least upright, hands firm on Xichen's shoulders.
The orange of Xichen's uniform reminds him of Meng Yao's identical colors - he'll deal with that later.
"Do not bow to me," he demands, a twist in his stomach. "If I can speak civilly to Meng Yao here, I can do no less to you." And cook and fall asleep sharing a narrow bed (just sleeping, for they end up speaking far into the night and fall asleep like that most nights). "If I can not remove Xue Yang's head from his foul neck, I will surely do you no harm." Never Lan Xichen.
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The glare softens with his recognition. Only for a scowl to take its place when Xichen goes to the floor with that heart-wrenching apology. Mingjue follows him to the ground, reaching to tug him at least upright, hands firm on Xichen's shoulders.
The orange of Xichen's uniform reminds him of Meng Yao's identical colors - he'll deal with that later.
"Do not bow to me," he demands, a twist in his stomach. "If I can speak civilly to Meng Yao here, I can do no less to you." And cook and fall asleep sharing a narrow bed (just sleeping, for they end up speaking far into the night and fall asleep like that most nights). "If I can not remove Xue Yang's head from his foul neck, I will surely do you no harm." Never Lan Xichen.