[they're so different, and not because of the claws and the pointed ears. wei wuxian normally just grabs people up, reaches for a shoulder or a wrist with barely a second thought. meanwhile, his new friend puts so much thought into every little contact, checks and rechecks like he thinks he might lower his hand from one moment to the next. he gives him an encouraging smile when their eyes meet, until finally their palms are pressed together.
his skin is cooler to the touch. it feels nice on a too-warm day underneath the sun.]
Lan Zhan. [he repeats it in a whisper before he notices his retreat, and slots his fingers between the merman's.] What's wrong? Do you have to go?
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his skin is cooler to the touch. it feels nice on a too-warm day underneath the sun.]
Lan Zhan. [he repeats it in a whisper before he notices his retreat, and slots his fingers between the merman's.] What's wrong? Do you have to go?