[ The fact that Wei Wuxian would even dare to ask him if he's flight capable offends Jin Zixuan to his very core. In protest, he stands, quickly and forcefully, declaring, ] Yes, of course--!
[ Except, then he sways, stumbling forward and catching hold of himself on the edge of the kitchen table. ]
...On second thought, perhaps I'd better walk.
[ He hates this. He hates showing even the slightest sign of weakness in front of the man he hates almost more than anyone. Almost, because he could never completely hate someone who brings his precious wife such joy. There is some good to Wei Wuxian, as hard as it might be for Jin Zixuan to see. Perhaps it's a little easier to see it now in this moment. After all, he accepted him into his home (even though it was forced upon him), attempted to sober him up, and even commiserated with him in his misery. Jin Zixuan can think of scores of people back in his own Lanling Jin Sect who would not have done such things for him.
Then again, he thinks-- not for the first time tonight-- that if he were fortunate or unfortunate enough to show up in Lanling looking as he did now, surely he would be shot on sight, clan heir or no. Best not to dwell on that. There is no going back to Lanling. Not for him. The only place he needs to go back to is his home, his nest, his A-Li's waiting arms.
He remembers enough of the layout of Wei Wuxian's home from his time helping to set up for the wedding some months ago to find his way to the front door, so he starts off in that direction, hesitating in the doorway to glance back at Wei Wuxian. ]
Thank you. I know you said not to thank you, but...
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[ Except, then he sways, stumbling forward and catching hold of himself on the edge of the kitchen table. ]
...On second thought, perhaps I'd better walk.
[ He hates this. He hates showing even the slightest sign of weakness in front of the man he hates almost more than anyone. Almost, because he could never completely hate someone who brings his precious wife such joy. There is some good to Wei Wuxian, as hard as it might be for Jin Zixuan to see. Perhaps it's a little easier to see it now in this moment. After all, he accepted him into his home (even though it was forced upon him), attempted to sober him up, and even commiserated with him in his misery. Jin Zixuan can think of scores of people back in his own Lanling Jin Sect who would not have done such things for him.
Then again, he thinks-- not for the first time tonight-- that if he were fortunate or unfortunate enough to show up in Lanling looking as he did now, surely he would be shot on sight, clan heir or no. Best not to dwell on that. There is no going back to Lanling. Not for him. The only place he needs to go back to is his home, his nest, his A-Li's waiting arms.
He remembers enough of the layout of Wei Wuxian's home from his time helping to set up for the wedding some months ago to find his way to the front door, so he starts off in that direction, hesitating in the doorway to glance back at Wei Wuxian. ]
Thank you. I know you said not to thank you, but...
Thank you.