@word-wounded - ♬
THERE WAS A BAD HABIT Wei Wuxian could never stop that had been there ever since he was a teenager and it was looking at the ground whenever he speaks to Zewu-Jun. He studies, which is a bad habit too, one that was more instinctive and came naturally. His observation was sharp enough to observe a person he’s known to a certain degree--perhaps he wasn’t as skilled in utilizing it the way Jin Guangyao knew how--but it was a skill he hadn’t taken must discreet in. So, it shows.
He has forgotten that Lan Xichen was more sensitive than others, more private about his feelings and those he didn’t closer close kin assessing it.
❝It wasn’t a judgment. Not mine, at least.❞ He replied honestly, his gaze wandering to the fresh grasses sprouting in spring unbidden, watching the sun’s gaze falling on it and creating a rather interesting shadow. ❝I was told. But you don't need to tell me anything. I just want to talk about other things.❞ His words sailed smoothly after each other through the air, betraying the laborious efforts he puts in trying to pick the right ones. He’s not a Lan, after all, and he’s spent nearly thirty decades learning about other people’s boundaries, and what should and should not be asked. He tried to stay away from Lan Qiren after bad blood that already established between them, but with Lan Wangji’s elder brother, he still had the heart to try, at least.
Do not show sympathy. He’s probably not asking pity, or at least, he’s not wanting it. Wei Wuxian blinks, recalling his list of ‘don’ts’. Don’t act like a know-it-all.
Be humble.
❝That conversation we had by your mother’s hut. I remember you had more you wanted to say.❞
