[ After the eternity it had taken for him to arrive, it feels like Wei Ying opens the door barely a second after he knocks. He's beautiful, as always, with a radiance that shines out of him whether he's wearing sweatpants with holes at the seams or a three-piece suit—not that Lan Zhan has ever seen him wearing one, but he does have some imagination despite what many think of him. It is an imagination that has done him a disservice, at times, when he has lost himself to thoughts of what could never be between him and Wei Ying.
Well, that's what he used to think, at least.
Nodding a silent greeting, he steps inside until there is space for Wei Ying to close the door behind him. It is a meaningful discussion indeed, and he's relieved to not be left standing on the threshold. That must be a good indicator, a sign that Wei Ying isn't hovering on the verge of asking Lan Zhan to leave. Despite the vein that the text messages had taken, he can't help but feel nervous, as if hoping for the best will invite the worst. ]
Wei Ying.
[ He stands, still and rigid, falling back on his manners now that he's been tossed into an unfamiliar sea. He's never had romantic feelings for anyone before meeting Wei Ying, and so he's never had to deal with confessing said feelings or navigating what may or may not happen as a result. It seems like Wei Ying is also in search of an anchor of familiarity if his offering of a beverage is anything to go off of. Important conversation aside, perhaps it's worth the time for them to find their footing before they begin. ]
Tea, please. [ He knows Wei Ying keeps his favorite leaves for when he visits, feels both guilty and spoiled because of it. Wei Ying always seems pleased to show off the lengths he has gone to for his friend, and Lan Zhan is so weak when it comes to indulging him. Still, it is an escape from the true reason he's here, but he's content to watch Wei Ying putter around the kitchen for a moment while Lan Zhan once again attempts to collect his own thoughts. ]
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Well, that's what he used to think, at least.
Nodding a silent greeting, he steps inside until there is space for Wei Ying to close the door behind him. It is a meaningful discussion indeed, and he's relieved to not be left standing on the threshold. That must be a good indicator, a sign that Wei Ying isn't hovering on the verge of asking Lan Zhan to leave. Despite the vein that the text messages had taken, he can't help but feel nervous, as if hoping for the best will invite the worst. ]
Wei Ying.
[ He stands, still and rigid, falling back on his manners now that he's been tossed into an unfamiliar sea. He's never had romantic feelings for anyone before meeting Wei Ying, and so he's never had to deal with confessing said feelings or navigating what may or may not happen as a result. It seems like Wei Ying is also in search of an anchor of familiarity if his offering of a beverage is anything to go off of. Important conversation aside, perhaps it's worth the time for them to find their footing before they begin. ]
Tea, please. [ He knows Wei Ying keeps his favorite leaves for when he visits, feels both guilty and spoiled because of it. Wei Ying always seems pleased to show off the lengths he has gone to for his friend, and Lan Zhan is so weak when it comes to indulging him. Still, it is an escape from the true reason he's here, but he's content to watch Wei Ying putter around the kitchen for a moment while Lan Zhan once again attempts to collect his own thoughts. ]