He's skirting the answer again and Lan Wangji levels him with a look that should seem much more familiar than the soft gazes he's been giving Wei Ying as of late.
Still, Wei Ying doesn't want to talk about his feelings, and who is Lan Wangji, master of not talking about any of his feelings, to judge? Instead, he reaches over to lift the flap of cloth covering Wei Ying's knee to look at it.
"Do you wish to wash it out?" he asks. They don't have their accelerated healing or their super immune systems anymore, so Lan Wangji assumes they will suffer injuries as non-Cultivators do. Honestly, he doesn't know what that's like, and he's not excited to find out first-hand.
He gets up without waiting for an answer, but it seems he's risen too quickly; because of his fresh head injury, he loses his balance and stumbles a bit backwards, over-corrects himself and topples forward.
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Still, Wei Ying doesn't want to talk about his feelings, and who is Lan Wangji, master of not talking about any of his feelings, to judge? Instead, he reaches over to lift the flap of cloth covering Wei Ying's knee to look at it.
"Do you wish to wash it out?" he asks. They don't have their accelerated healing or their super immune systems anymore, so Lan Wangji assumes they will suffer injuries as non-Cultivators do. Honestly, he doesn't know what that's like, and he's not excited to find out first-hand.
He gets up without waiting for an answer, but it seems he's risen too quickly; because of his fresh head injury, he loses his balance and stumbles a bit backwards, over-corrects himself and topples forward.