Safely hidden from Lan Xichen as he gets out the requestest tea and starts spooning it into the kettle, Shen Yuan allows his lips to twist for a moment in reflection of his rather mixed feelings.
"It is more comfortable this way than it was before," he finally acknowledges. "And he picked everything out and put the space together much more quickly than I would have on my own." It's probably ungrateful to be annoyed, or feel like the chance to make the space his own was taken from him. Every piece of furniture was picked out by another version of him, after all. How can he steal something from himself?
Although he has to wonder if his other self might not feel something of the same way, when he finds out what his husband has been up to lately...
"I'm glad that it was another Shen Yuan who took my place," is what he says out loud, gently guiding the subject away from more awkward feelings. "I was worried a version of Shen Qingqiu would turn up and ruin everything."
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"It is more comfortable this way than it was before," he finally acknowledges. "And he picked everything out and put the space together much more quickly than I would have on my own." It's probably ungrateful to be annoyed, or feel like the chance to make the space his own was taken from him. Every piece of furniture was picked out by another version of him, after all. How can he steal something from himself?
Although he has to wonder if his other self might not feel something of the same way, when he finds out what his husband has been up to lately...
"I'm glad that it was another Shen Yuan who took my place," is what he says out loud, gently guiding the subject away from more awkward feelings. "I was worried a version of Shen Qingqiu would turn up and ruin everything."