“Why would a person like another person? I mean that kind of like.”
He makes an abrupt pause in his writing, and though he doesn’t look up, the smudge on the paper is ever-growing. If not for the practice of his calligraphy, all the work put into transcribing those rules would have been for nought. He’ll have to discard those, and start over.
Wei Wuxian, however, unfortunately encouraged by his reticence, continues.
What if our boys had been just a bit less oblivious? A gorgeous, warm-hearted canon-divergence. Love the characterisations here.