[Lan Wangji does close his eyes, then, obligingly, but only for as long as he must. When he opens them again, his gaze is equally warm and tender, and it takes everything he has not to lean forward again and stay there, to do anything in his power to ease Wei Wuxian's mind until his thoughts are cleared of everything but the knowledge that he's loved.
Instead, Lan Wangji lifts a hand to rest at the base of Wei Wuxian's neck, keeping him close with a gentle weight.]
Then I trust your judgment. [I trust you. Words he doesn't need to say, because he does his best to prove it as much as he can.
If Wei Wuxian believes Xie Lian can do what must be done, then Lan Wangji will believe in him. Chuuya would be unhappy, of course, but... well. It's not like his loyalty to Wei Wuxian is anything like a surprise.]
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Instead, Lan Wangji lifts a hand to rest at the base of Wei Wuxian's neck, keeping him close with a gentle weight.]
Then I trust your judgment. [I trust you. Words he doesn't need to say, because he does his best to prove it as much as he can.
If Wei Wuxian believes Xie Lian can do what must be done, then Lan Wangji will believe in him. Chuuya would be unhappy, of course, but... well. It's not like his loyalty to Wei Wuxian is anything like a surprise.]