He did not expect this kindness, this mercy, and it undoes him far worse than if Lan Zhan had knocked down the door and swept him into his arms.
He buries his face in his hands. The careful breaths he'd been practicing hitch into sobs; those, too, he tries unsuccessfully to stifle. Hopefully the closed door will do the work for him. Hopefully.
Hunched over himself, he cries until the pain in his belly begins a slow fade, only to find himself crying even harder in sheer relief that the attack has begun to pass. See? Not long at all, he imagines Wen Qing saying gently. There you are. Do not stop breathing.
Gradually, Wei Wuxian trails into aching hiccups. He lifts his head. There is light under the door, he realizes with a sinking feeling. Lan Zhan is still awake.
Well.
He rises to twist on the tap above the small wash basin. He dashes palmfuls of water across his face to try and compose himself, fumbling for another towel once he's done to mop off his face and hands.
He still looks like a wreck when he opens the washroom door.
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He buries his face in his hands. The careful breaths he'd been practicing hitch into sobs; those, too, he tries unsuccessfully to stifle. Hopefully the closed door will do the work for him. Hopefully.
Hunched over himself, he cries until the pain in his belly begins a slow fade, only to find himself crying even harder in sheer relief that the attack has begun to pass. See? Not long at all, he imagines Wen Qing saying gently. There you are. Do not stop breathing.
Gradually, Wei Wuxian trails into aching hiccups. He lifts his head. There is light under the door, he realizes with a sinking feeling. Lan Zhan is still awake.
Well.
He rises to twist on the tap above the small wash basin. He dashes palmfuls of water across his face to try and compose himself, fumbling for another towel once he's done to mop off his face and hands.
He still looks like a wreck when he opens the washroom door.