If he were more himself, he would say--well, no. If he were more himself, they would never have ended up in this situation in the first place. It would've been the date auction all over again, with Lan Wangji lurking in the background and pretending not to stare jealously at Wei Wuxian breathing the same air as other people.
On the other hand, maybe he still is himself. In fact, maybe he's acting more like himself now than he ever does sober. Maybe this is just Lan Wangji without silly things like propriety and good sense to get in the way.
Not that it matters--his drunken brain isn't nearly coherent enough to work out philosophical puzzles like that. He's not really thinking much of anything, honestly, aside from how nice this is. He'd be pretty happy, he thinks, staying like this for, oh, maybe forever.
He's still not really listening to what Wei Wuxian is saying--or rather, he's listening, but it all seems terribly unimportant when he could just stare at Wei Wuxian's mouth instead. That's not weird, right? He doesn't really care even if it is. It's getting difficult to focus properly, though, and he leans closer without thinking about it, so that he can see better. Even if Wei Wuxian leans back, he'll just keep going until his forehead is pressed against Wei Wuxian's.
Except from this angle he can't actually see Wei Wuxian's mouth anymore. Hm. He'll figure that predicament out, just give him a second to close his eyes...
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If he were more himself, he would say--well, no. If he were more himself, they would never have ended up in this situation in the first place. It would've been the date auction all over again, with Lan Wangji lurking in the background and pretending not to stare jealously at Wei Wuxian breathing the same air as other people.
On the other hand, maybe he still is himself. In fact, maybe he's acting more like himself now than he ever does sober. Maybe this is just Lan Wangji without silly things like propriety and good sense to get in the way.
Not that it matters--his drunken brain isn't nearly coherent enough to work out philosophical puzzles like that. He's not really thinking much of anything, honestly, aside from how nice this is. He'd be pretty happy, he thinks, staying like this for, oh, maybe forever.
He's still not really listening to what Wei Wuxian is saying--or rather, he's listening, but it all seems terribly unimportant when he could just stare at Wei Wuxian's mouth instead. That's not weird, right? He doesn't really care even if it is. It's getting difficult to focus properly, though, and he leans closer without thinking about it, so that he can see better. Even if Wei Wuxian leans back, he'll just keep going until his forehead is pressed against Wei Wuxian's.
Except from this angle he can't actually see Wei Wuxian's mouth anymore. Hm. He'll figure that predicament out, just give him a second to close his eyes...
...and he's out again. G'night.]