( He freezes a little, clumsy where he's stood in the centre of the room. It's dark, but that does nothing to hide that he's wavering a little on his feet, nor does it ease the shadows under his eyes. This is not the meticulous Wen Kexing he likes to show the world, nor the exuberant, affable drunk he usually allows Lan Xichen to see. This is the hollow boned version, and he is so tired of it. )
I --.
( He cuts himself off almost violently, the wine sloshing in its bottle when he lifts it. )
He really didn't say anything. ( More to himself than Lan Xichen, swallowing a mouthful of bitter alcohol before he shakes himself. ) I saw something. It doesn't matter. I just need to know it won't come back.
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I --.
( He cuts himself off almost violently, the wine sloshing in its bottle when he lifts it. )
He really didn't say anything. ( More to himself than Lan Xichen, swallowing a mouthful of bitter alcohol before he shakes himself. ) I saw something. It doesn't matter. I just need to know it won't come back.