Warm, solid, firm, Sizhui's fingers close around his father's, holding tight as he's drawn in, eyes widened with surprise. At what? He's not sure, but he is a bit stunned this isn't an illusion and can't help his slightly sluggish movements.

No, no, you don't understand! He wants to scream, to kick, to cause a fuss despite knowing better, no matter how undignified he may look doing so. The worst part about ending up back here is that he hadn't wanted to leave the Voidtrecker in the first place, yet when accidentally swept away on his first world-hop, he didn't stop like he probably should have. Instead, he kept checking places out, forgoing his own home because he had gotten so used to being on the train, having just about everything and anyone he could need (and then some!), part of him didn't want to go back.

Rather than do any of that, he squeezes Wei Wuxian's hand in kind, sniffs softly, “I know it doesn't,” then lessens the distance between them somewhat further and steps closer, moving into place beside him. Still holding his hand, by the way, because now he's determined to face whatever comes next head-on, without wavering.

“Yes and no, but I'm prepared to fight with all my might against whatever ‘everything’ has in store.”