[ Steps away from the cot, the sound that escapes Wei Wuxian makes Lan Wangji freeze. One of the advantages, and one of the pitfalls, is that he can hear better than the average person, so even a choked back sound is vaguely audible to him.
He turns to the cot, sitting on the edge of Wei Wuxian's bed, careful to keep a distance between them, but there nonetheless. Tears are odd, complex things to Lan Wangji, even the most straightforward of tears. He has no idea what to do, unfamiliar with how to comfort people. He doesn't want people looking at him when he's so emotional, but Wei Wuxian has always been different about expressing emotions. Not that he remembers seeing Wei Wuxian deal with someone crying, and the times he has seen Wei Wuxian so upset have been fraught with tension, or in places where comfort was difficult.
Not for the first time, he wonders what Wei Wuxian would do in this position. It's not a moment to be silly— not that Lan Wangji is capable of silly— or try to change the subject. But it's a moment that needs something. So Lan Wangji reaches out, touches his shoulder, and hums a familiar tune, softly enough that it couldn't be heard outside the room, but audible to Wei Wuxian. ]
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He turns to the cot, sitting on the edge of Wei Wuxian's bed, careful to keep a distance between them, but there nonetheless. Tears are odd, complex things to Lan Wangji, even the most straightforward of tears. He has no idea what to do, unfamiliar with how to comfort people. He doesn't want people looking at him when he's so emotional, but Wei Wuxian has always been different about expressing emotions. Not that he remembers seeing Wei Wuxian deal with someone crying, and the times he has seen Wei Wuxian so upset have been fraught with tension, or in places where comfort was difficult.
Not for the first time, he wonders what Wei Wuxian would do in this position. It's not a moment to be silly— not that Lan Wangji is capable of silly— or try to change the subject. But it's a moment that needs something. So Lan Wangji reaches out, touches his shoulder, and hums a familiar tune, softly enough that it couldn't be heard outside the room, but audible to Wei Wuxian. ]