"I remain grateful that you'd be inclined, whatever the situation. You're a good father." An instructive one, and caring even when distant.
He can't help the delayed realisation staining his cheeks a gentle, undeniable pink, or that his ears are more evidently red: having one's father, even of a vastly different and more cruel world, state that Sizhui made him a great grandfather indicated certain tendencies toward lineages and certain successes in marriage for himself and any child of his well beyond thoughts he had here and now.
He coughs, behind a lifted hand, his tail twitching behind him with the sort of motion that mostly succeeds in sending a few rabbits kicking at it, or snuffling at his fur before shaking themselves off and returning to the far more important business of devouring greens.
"I'm glad we were able to help prevent you from feeling lonely, Fuqin, even if it wasn't enough."
No one else immortal, in the end. That aches in his bones, hollows out his heart, but he also knows: he would not wish to live forever but for family. So what made him wish to die? (He does not ask. Does not want his father of another world to reflect on that pain, too.)
And he accepts the refusal of his apology with grace, leaving the conversation simply to settle for quiet, should that be what this Lan Wangji wishes.
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He can't help the delayed realisation staining his cheeks a gentle, undeniable pink, or that his ears are more evidently red: having one's father, even of a vastly different and more cruel world, state that Sizhui made him a great grandfather indicated certain tendencies toward lineages and certain successes in marriage for himself and any child of his well beyond thoughts he had here and now.
He coughs, behind a lifted hand, his tail twitching behind him with the sort of motion that mostly succeeds in sending a few rabbits kicking at it, or snuffling at his fur before shaking themselves off and returning to the far more important business of devouring greens.
"I'm glad we were able to help prevent you from feeling lonely, Fuqin, even if it wasn't enough."
No one else immortal, in the end. That aches in his bones, hollows out his heart, but he also knows: he would not wish to live forever but for family. So what made him wish to die? (He does not ask. Does not want his father of another world to reflect on that pain, too.)
And he accepts the refusal of his apology with grace, leaving the conversation simply to settle for quiet, should that be what this Lan Wangji wishes.