[ Despite this strident protest, Jiang Cheng does nothing to discourage or prevent being pulled down, his scowl losing its hard edge until it's nothing more than a put-upon pout.
He stares up at Wei Wuxian and does nothing to dislodge him, a flush of warmth in his chest at his brother's declaration. Jiang Cheng's missed this these last three months, spent all their time apart regretting his harsh words and how he treated Wei Wuxian in the midst of his grief.
Then Wei Wuxian speaks of missing home, and Jiang Cheng's heart lodges somewhere in his throat.
He tries to choke it back down, bury the pain that's still so fresh in his mind. ]
...this is home, [ he mumbles instead, one hand clasping over Wei Wuxian's own. ] It's where we are, and we have each other. So let's make it our home.
[ He knows it's not the same, but maybe it's easier for him to look ahead because he knows home isn't waiting for them anymore. ]
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[ Despite this strident protest, Jiang Cheng does nothing to discourage or prevent being pulled down, his scowl losing its hard edge until it's nothing more than a put-upon pout.
He stares up at Wei Wuxian and does nothing to dislodge him, a flush of warmth in his chest at his brother's declaration. Jiang Cheng's missed this these last three months, spent all their time apart regretting his harsh words and how he treated Wei Wuxian in the midst of his grief.
Then Wei Wuxian speaks of missing home, and Jiang Cheng's heart lodges somewhere in his throat.
He tries to choke it back down, bury the pain that's still so fresh in his mind. ]
...this is home, [ he mumbles instead, one hand clasping over Wei Wuxian's own. ] It's where we are, and we have each other. So let's make it our home.
[ He knows it's not the same, but maybe it's easier for him to look ahead because he knows home isn't waiting for them anymore. ]