[when one has friends like lan jingyi and ouyang zizhen, one doesn't easily avoid gentle peer-pressuring here or there, and sometimes, he gives in with a drink or two. which is more than hanguang-jun's limit but definitely less than sizhui's as he's always been very careful to not overdo it in case his other friends are more liberal with their liquor. (please... if he were to show up, they'd immediately have to pray he doesn't qi deviate!)
the tears are from both joy and relief, to be fair, because he sincerely thought this would go far worse than expected, yet he's here holding both his fathers' hands without any weight on his chest now. having lan wangji get up to round the table so he can embrace him is simply an unexpected gesture that makes his throat constrict when heavier tears attempt choking him up.
what other choice is there? they could've said, “no, absolutely not,” or something worse; they could have forbade him from ever seeing zhuque again, which honestly would've been devastating compared to whatever other words they might have. wei wuxian joins the hug and sizhui's arms encircle both his dads (meaning good luck getting away), holding them tight while he attempts blinking away more tears.] I— I'm s-so glad, [comes brokenly through his sniffling, a soft laugh following that when another hand nudges against his cheek, encouraging him to regather himself somewhat better.]
Relieved, too. [obviously.] And I hope you both will like him.
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the tears are from both joy and relief, to be fair, because he sincerely thought this would go far worse than expected, yet he's here holding both his fathers' hands without any weight on his chest now. having lan wangji get up to round the table so he can embrace him is simply an unexpected gesture that makes his throat constrict when heavier tears attempt choking him up.
what other choice is there? they could've said, “no, absolutely not,” or something worse; they could have forbade him from ever seeing zhuque again, which honestly would've been devastating compared to whatever other words they might have. wei wuxian joins the hug and sizhui's arms encircle both his dads (meaning good luck getting away), holding them tight while he attempts blinking away more tears.] I— I'm s-so glad, [comes brokenly through his sniffling, a soft laugh following that when another hand nudges against his cheek, encouraging him to regather himself somewhat better.]
Relieved, too. [obviously.] And I hope you both will like him.