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[lanclan]

There's nowhere else I'd rather be. I'll meditate, you sleep.

[ His expansive sleeve covers Wen Kexing where he lies on Xichen's lap, a hand stroking his hair. There is nothing that will get close to him as he sleeps, ghost or not, while Xichen is sitting his vigil in the same room; especially not with Wen Kexing on his lap. ]

Get some rest, a-Xing. I'll stay right here.

[wifedup]

Mm.

( It's probably a bad idea. He's been more prone to nightmares these days, he doesn't always know where he is when he first wakes. But, he imagines Lan Xichen is more than capable, and sleep is already tugging at him beneath the ache of his thoughts and the slow slumbering of his veins. He's so tired.

Perhaps just for a little while then. )