[Wei Wuxian can't help but let out a soft chuckle, much quieter than before. He shouldn't have been worried about Jin Ling dealing with his sect elders, the boy can clearly out stubborn any one of them.
But he is a boy. Just a boy, only fifteen. And for as much as Jin Ling might be determined to get an explanation, he won't be getting one anytime soon. Not an explanation that isn't a clever dodge anyway. Wei Wuxian will find the right way to spin it, he always does, and he knows how to play Jin Ling's emotions for a distraction. It's not something he'd normally do, but on this he'll make an exception.
Jin Ling is barely not a child. The same age Wei Wuxian was right before the war started. He's already had to carry burdens that never should have been his. Wei Wuxian won't give him this to carry too.]
Suppose I did start this, didn't I? [It's thoughtful, and loud enough to be overheard even if he's mostly talking to himself. Wei Wuxian settles himself again, his body feeling like it's been stuffed full of stones. Jin Ling is right about one thing at least, he really did come close to death today, and he can feel how the aches linger.]
Good night, Jin Ling, I'll see you tomorrow.
[And tomorrow, Jin Ling may not forget, but he won't know how to bring it up, and if he does, Wei Wuxian will be ready. Maybe Wei Wuxian does need to talk about it. Maybe it's about time he took a good long look at some of his coping mechanisms. But it won't be tomorrow, and it won't be with Jin Ling. He could never do that to Shijie's son.]
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But he is a boy. Just a boy, only fifteen. And for as much as Jin Ling might be determined to get an explanation, he won't be getting one anytime soon. Not an explanation that isn't a clever dodge anyway. Wei Wuxian will find the right way to spin it, he always does, and he knows how to play Jin Ling's emotions for a distraction. It's not something he'd normally do, but on this he'll make an exception.
Jin Ling is barely not a child. The same age Wei Wuxian was right before the war started. He's already had to carry burdens that never should have been his. Wei Wuxian won't give him this to carry too.]
Suppose I did start this, didn't I? [It's thoughtful, and loud enough to be overheard even if he's mostly talking to himself. Wei Wuxian settles himself again, his body feeling like it's been stuffed full of stones. Jin Ling is right about one thing at least, he really did come close to death today, and he can feel how the aches linger.]
Good night, Jin Ling, I'll see you tomorrow.
[And tomorrow, Jin Ling may not forget, but he won't know how to bring it up, and if he does, Wei Wuxian will be ready. Maybe Wei Wuxian does need to talk about it. Maybe it's about time he took a good long look at some of his coping mechanisms. But it won't be tomorrow, and it won't be with Jin Ling. He could never do that to Shijie's son.]