( He sounds like he's asking Lan Xichen, which is silly. But Wen Kexing feels a little out of sorts, unsure of himself. He takes the nuts, tosses the little bag in the palm of his hand to feel the weight, expression thoughtful. )
No, it was good. I'm happy. It's just - ah, I have more to fret about now. You know I'm good at that.
( He opens the wine, fills Lan Xichen's cup first, then his own. )
He's from further along than I am. I think by some months.
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( He sounds like he's asking Lan Xichen, which is silly. But Wen Kexing feels a little out of sorts, unsure of himself. He takes the nuts, tosses the little bag in the palm of his hand to feel the weight, expression thoughtful. )
No, it was good. I'm happy. It's just - ah, I have more to fret about now. You know I'm good at that.
( He opens the wine, fills Lan Xichen's cup first, then his own. )
He's from further along than I am. I think by some months.