[oh no, he hadn't. meant for that to happen? sizhui stands there, momentarily agape from loss of words, but taiki comments first, even reaches out to touch his hands in just the softest gesture and— well, there's no way he can be too bothered by his slip-up after that.]

They were, [he heartens then remembers:] They are, actually. Here. On the train? [a bit more uncertain than he'd meant but what are words?

all the people who helped raise him (wei wuxian included!) were most certainly kind and sizhui has taken their teachings to heart; he wants to soften the edges, hold the world to its best, which is exactly what he plans to do with his possible (???) new friend.] My fathers are here on the train, I mean, as is my uncle and some other...people...I know.

[because he isn't sure what else to call them right now.]