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// Wei Wuxian

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XIMILIA

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[blackfire]

（ honest sentiment doesn't sway him. it never has. ）

Foolish.

（ but that seems to be the only refutation he makes, and then he rises from the bed. goes to the teapot left on the room's small, singular table, and begins the process of refilling his cup. with his back turned — ）

Please, leave. I would prefer to be alone.

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[Once, Wei Wuxian had made the mistake of not immediately heeding those same words.

Itachi is right, he is foolish (though not about this) but not so foolish not to learn from his mistakes. He makes quick work of gathering his own cup—fewer reminders for Itachi that way— and pulling his boots back on.

Half a dozen parting lines come to mind and he delivers none of them. They're all too tinged with kindness and affection, and even if he doesn't take the sentiment back, he won't hurt his friend with anymore of that today.

The door closes behind him quietly and then he is gone.]