[It's going to take a few minutes for him to recover-- it's been a long time since he was capable of letting anything out like this-- but eventually he manages to calm himself, his breaths evening out, sniffling quietly as he listens to that tune and exhales slowly.
He doesn't say anything himself, though; it feels like it would just ruin it, if he did, and so he keeps listening, an idle thought slipping out that -it's nice. It sounds a little aimless, definitely not meant to be transmitted, and Wen Ning stays silent for now as he focuses on drying the last of his tears and keeping his breathing calm.]
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He doesn't say anything himself, though; it feels like it would just ruin it, if he did, and so he keeps listening, an idle thought slipping out that -it's nice. It sounds a little aimless, definitely not meant to be transmitted, and Wen Ning stays silent for now as he focuses on drying the last of his tears and keeping his breathing calm.]