[A BINCH STILL HATES THANK YOUS AND SORRIES but he'll deal with it for Wen Ning's sake. Even if he doesn't address it directly, there's some fondness in the little huff that follows.
He'll sit with Wen Ning for as long as he needs, after that - shoulder to shoulder, or shoulder to poofy duvet cocoon... Though he doesn't have anything to say (and probably wouldn't be able to think of anything even if he needed to, rip, he is so bad at comforting people), he does start humming a few aimless bars of melody after a few moments. It's an airy tune, nothing of real substance, but something meant to comfort.]
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He'll sit with Wen Ning for as long as he needs, after that - shoulder to shoulder, or shoulder to poofy duvet cocoon... Though he doesn't have anything to say (and probably wouldn't be able to think of anything even if he needed to, rip, he is so bad at comforting people), he does start humming a few aimless bars of melody after a few moments. It's an airy tune, nothing of real substance, but something meant to comfort.]