[He does know what Lan Wangji means, and he also knows that Lan Wangji understands he's asking for a lot. He prefers to deal with most things on his own, but matters with Jiang Cheng feel especially personal. Maybe it's a form of penance (or self-flagellation) to handle anything that comes up head-on, refusing to drag anyone else in.
But he still smiles anyway, because the sentiment is soft and kind, and it does help a little. To know the option is there. To know that if things become unbearable, if the weight is ever too much, there's another set of hands willing to catch and hold and help him, support him through the hardships he stubbornly wishes to keep to himself.
For a brief beat of a moment, he brings his other hand up so he's holding Lan Wangji's between both of his. He meets that gaze unflinchingly, feeling a little more solid on his feet.]
If I need to tell anyone, you'll be the one I come to, Lan Zhan.
[An addendum, since he can't truthfully say "alright" and mean it - they both know that. He's sure he'll be upset again and he's just as sure that it's a toss-up whether or not he'll seek anyone out. But this much, he can promise.
And then he's turning, dropping one hand, guiding Lan Wangji the rest of the way to the medical supplies. Thank god he knows what some of them look like now thanks to first aid kits in the Olympics...]
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But he still smiles anyway, because the sentiment is soft and kind, and it does help a little. To know the option is there. To know that if things become unbearable, if the weight is ever too much, there's another set of hands willing to catch and hold and help him, support him through the hardships he stubbornly wishes to keep to himself.
For a brief beat of a moment, he brings his other hand up so he's holding Lan Wangji's between both of his. He meets that gaze unflinchingly, feeling a little more solid on his feet.]
If I need to tell anyone, you'll be the one I come to, Lan Zhan.
[An addendum, since he can't truthfully say "alright" and mean it - they both know that. He's sure he'll be upset again and he's just as sure that it's a toss-up whether or not he'll seek anyone out. But this much, he can promise.
And then he's turning, dropping one hand, guiding Lan Wangji the rest of the way to the medical supplies. Thank god he knows what some of them look like now thanks to first aid kits in the Olympics...]