Lan Xichen receives only the barest, challenging raise of Jin Guangyao's eyebrows in response. He purses his lips to temper his smile and turns his eyes back to his task.
Words come very easily to Jin Guangyao, which is precisely why he is so reticent to speak now; in his past when he has reached for words of reassurance, of comfort, they were extended shallowly, to mollify someone to make them easier for Jin Guangyao to manipulate. Here, now, the sincerest comfort he can offer to Shen Yuan are his actions; he leaves the gentle, heartfelt words to Lan Xichen--for the most part. It's very easy for him to agree with the last words he offers Shen Yuan, sincere and earnest.
"Er-ge is right." He gently curls his fingers around his friend's wrist, squeezing once, and smiles a little. "Shen-di should come to us if he needs help. Even," and this he adds with a brief glance at Lan Xichen, as if he is conceding this point as much to show his Er-ge that he has been listening, he is trying, "if he wishes he could manage on his own."
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Words come very easily to Jin Guangyao, which is precisely why he is so reticent to speak now; in his past when he has reached for words of reassurance, of comfort, they were extended shallowly, to mollify someone to make them easier for Jin Guangyao to manipulate. Here, now, the sincerest comfort he can offer to Shen Yuan are his actions; he leaves the gentle, heartfelt words to Lan Xichen--for the most part. It's very easy for him to agree with the last words he offers Shen Yuan, sincere and earnest.
"Er-ge is right." He gently curls his fingers around his friend's wrist, squeezing once, and smiles a little. "Shen-di should come to us if he needs help. Even," and this he adds with a brief glance at Lan Xichen, as if he is conceding this point as much to show his Er-ge that he has been listening, he is trying, "if he wishes he could manage on his own."