[ Xichen is home, focusing on his inner cultivation. The recent days... weeks, have been a little easier, in a way. Seeing some things unfold has made him reexamine a lot of his own reactions, at least. Allowed him to be more clearheaded about his own predicament.
He still doesn't have answers. Only a bit more calm. Perhaps, one day, it will be serenity again, but he is not allowing himself to even hope, yet.
He looks up when the door clicks, face lighting up a little at the sight of his brother, then - doesn't dim down at the sight of the face that follows.
And then his eyes travel down, and he flinches at the attire. The man who chose to be Jin Guangyao...
He supposes he has grown used to seeing him in a different set of clothes, though after the initial reaction, he can recognize that those are not actually Jin Guangyao's robes, but instead familiar from a different, younger Jin...
Glancing at Wangji's retreat, he rises and cups his hands in greeting. ]
Welcome. [ Meng Yao dies on his lips, but he doesn't even blink. He will... keep going, until he understands what Wangji means. He will, eventually. ]
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He still doesn't have answers. Only a bit more calm. Perhaps, one day, it will be serenity again, but he is not allowing himself to even hope, yet.
He looks up when the door clicks, face lighting up a little at the sight of his brother, then - doesn't dim down at the sight of the face that follows.
And then his eyes travel down, and he flinches at the attire. The man who chose to be Jin Guangyao...
He supposes he has grown used to seeing him in a different set of clothes, though after the initial reaction, he can recognize that those are not actually Jin Guangyao's robes, but instead familiar from a different, younger Jin...
Glancing at Wangji's retreat, he rises and cups his hands in greeting. ]
Welcome. [ Meng Yao dies on his lips, but he doesn't even blink. He will... keep going, until he understands what Wangji means. He will, eventually. ]
Please, sit.