For the most part, Lan Wangji is happy rarely, if ever, speaking to most people. Aside from his own lack in the skills of communication, he does not have the impulse or desire.
Much less the impulse or desire to let his own feelings or heart be known.
However, those few and precious times he wants to articulate his heart, he wishes he had the easy way that Wei Ying does. Wei Ying tosses these statements out as if they cost him nothing.
"Same," he murmurs, leaning his head just a little to the right, to press lightly against Wei Ying's. It is precisely what he wishes he could say. He steps off the path, winding through a grassy field until the river comes into sight. It is even darker here, the stars half covered with cloud. "We're here."
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Much less the impulse or desire to let his own feelings or heart be known.
However, those few and precious times he wants to articulate his heart, he wishes he had the easy way that Wei Ying does. Wei Ying tosses these statements out as if they cost him nothing.
"Same," he murmurs, leaning his head just a little to the right, to press lightly against Wei Ying's. It is precisely what he wishes he could say. He steps off the path, winding through a grassy field until the river comes into sight. It is even darker here, the stars half covered with cloud. "We're here."