Huaisang had hurried up at first when he noticed the two of them behind him but there would be no outrunning Wangji certainly if he had his mind made up. He steels himself a bit before stopping, fan in hand, tapping on his palm and then spreading open and waving it with a benign smile.
For once, he can't think of something clever -- or even stupid to say. He'd already noticed Lan Wangji's hand on Wei Wuxian's wrist. Why was he coming after him?
Huaisang didn't need clarification to know that it is over for them. There had always been an expiration on the time he had been allowed to be with Wangji once he'd figured out his plot.
"Don't make this harder, Wangji," Huaisang says quietly, his voice thicker than he wants it to be and the pretenses of formality shed for a moment even if they're not completely alone.
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For once, he can't think of something clever -- or even stupid to say. He'd already noticed Lan Wangji's hand on Wei Wuxian's wrist. Why was he coming after him?
Huaisang didn't need clarification to know that it is over for them. There had always been an expiration on the time he had been allowed to be with Wangji once he'd figured out his plot.
"Don't make this harder, Wangji," Huaisang says quietly, his voice thicker than he wants it to be and the pretenses of formality shed for a moment even if they're not completely alone.