It's impossible not to feel how tense the other man is. Mingjue hates how terrible Xichen looks - seclusion, he assumes, knowing Xichen as he does.
"Yes. And our brothers." He hasn't met the juniors, A-Qing or Wen Qing yet.
He listens to everything Xichen has to say, weighing his own opinions against what he should say and what he will say. What might help, versus what will only hurt or be spoken out of pure emotion.
"You should have," he decides, voice unforgiving. Then he lets out a breath and squeezes Xichen's arms in an attempt at reassuring. "We both have made mistakes regarding Meng Yao. We cannot reverse them. He is somehow from before - from a much younger age. He knows what his future holds, it seems to disgust him." As it should, and his narrowed eyes state that opinion quite firmly.
"He has promised not to play music. I will not ask the same from you." Though he can't help but be a little wary about any music at all now.
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"Yes. And our brothers." He hasn't met the juniors, A-Qing or Wen Qing yet.
He listens to everything Xichen has to say, weighing his own opinions against what he should say and what he will say. What might help, versus what will only hurt or be spoken out of pure emotion.
"You should have," he decides, voice unforgiving. Then he lets out a breath and squeezes Xichen's arms in an attempt at reassuring. "We both have made mistakes regarding Meng Yao. We cannot reverse them. He is somehow from before - from a much younger age. He knows what his future holds, it seems to disgust him." As it should, and his narrowed eyes state that opinion quite firmly.
"He has promised not to play music. I will not ask the same from you." Though he can't help but be a little wary about any music at all now.