[Congratulations, Jin Ling. He flinches. It's a momentary reaction that he shudders away a second later, but it's there, for just a second his expression revealing something more than humor. Something tired.

Do you always treat your injuries like they're a joke?

Yes, he does. Always. It's easier that way. Better for everyone. All those times Jiang Cheng fussed, he knew as much as his brother hated it, his teasing set him at ease. Even all those years ago in the cave of Xuanwu, wondering if they'd make it out alive, burning with fever. Even then he'd teased.

Because if he doesn't laugh then someone else will have to carry the weight of his injury. It's always been that way.

Wei Wuxian lets out a long sigh, the amusement dying in his eyes even as he keeps up a weak smile. He doesn't have an answer for Jin Ling. Not one that would satisfy him and not one he's willing to give, so he just waves him off, reaching for the pillows he'd thrown at him and gently tossing them back so that Jin Ling won't be without them.]

Alright, no more jokes, got it. [He says nothing about taking care of himself because he'd change nothing in his actions. If he'd died protecting Jin Ling, than so be it. Maybe it'd have paid off a fraction of the debt he owed him. He should muster another change of topic, but he doesn't have the energy anymore.]

Anyway, I'm tired now, no more yelling at me. Didn't you say I was supposed to got to sleep?