[see, he'd had a feeling there would be disappointment toward zhuque not having family here; much as he wishes it were possible to meet them, sizhui has simply decided they will have to be his family instead. (or hopefully, anyway? he's still unaware that zhuque's even met lan wangji, will eventually meet wei wuxian in the future... and all before they've even had a chance to have dinner!) nevertheless, while he knows he's going out on a limb, he's also well-aware he isn't wrong putting his trust in zhuque throughout this whole ordeal, too.
‘my son,’ is what already has tears pricking the corners of his eyes, yet everything else following it – even wei wuxian's teasing – finally causes rivulets to begin streaming down his cheeks.
taking into account words have momentarily failed him, lan sizhui draws his arms up, stretches them across the table and clasps both hands over his fathers'. he sniffles softly, head inclined as he attempts regathering himself enough to say,] Thank you, [his gaze upturns again afterward, the faintest smile curving his mouth at the edges once he withdraws.] For believing in me, for giving him a chance.
[since, given the somewhat seriousness of the situation, it could've gone far worse— but both his guardians trust him enough to know what he's doing. now, it's just trusting himself as much as everyone else does.]
He is. [or sizhui will make sure he is to the best of his ability; it kinda helps zhuque doesn't quite understand embarrassment.] Celebrating? Ah... [he trails off, casts hanguang-jun a contemplative look.] I suppose, if it's okay? But I've no problem admitting now: my alcohol tolerance is much more like Wei-qianbei's.
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‘my son,’ is what already has tears pricking the corners of his eyes, yet everything else following it – even wei wuxian's teasing – finally causes rivulets to begin streaming down his cheeks.
taking into account words have momentarily failed him, lan sizhui draws his arms up, stretches them across the table and clasps both hands over his fathers'. he sniffles softly, head inclined as he attempts regathering himself enough to say,] Thank you, [his gaze upturns again afterward, the faintest smile curving his mouth at the edges once he withdraws.] For believing in me, for giving him a chance.
[since, given the somewhat seriousness of the situation, it could've gone far worse— but both his guardians trust him enough to know what he's doing. now, it's just trusting himself as much as everyone else does.]
He is. [or sizhui will make sure he is to the best of his ability; it kinda helps zhuque doesn't quite understand embarrassment.] Celebrating? Ah... [he trails off, casts hanguang-jun a contemplative look.] I suppose, if it's okay? But I've no problem admitting now: my alcohol tolerance is much more like Wei-qianbei's.