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SongXiao wip again - for WipWednesday
Whatever Song Lan was expecting to hear, it wasn’t this. It’s awful. That he had been orphaned from own presumably loving parents is sad, but to find Xingchen had been unwanted, abandoned without a thought to his safety or survival is too much to take in, and he can’t find a single word to say. Normally it doesn’t matter that he isn’t good at talking or touching or doing anything without thinking about it first, now it feels like an abject failure.
He breaks out of his moment of inaction when he sees Xingchen shiver again. This at least he can help with. Taking a cloak from his bag, he wraps it around him, hands lingering as he fastens it.
Xingchen looks at him, surprised and touched. Then he takes his hands in his, holding on tightly as lifts them, pressing them against the centre of his chest. Finally he leans in against him, resting his head against his shoulder, saying very softly, “Just for a moment, then we can go.”
“For as long as you need.” How his voice remains steady, Song Lan isn’t certain. Xingchen’s revelation about how he might not have survived infancy has shaken him more than he thought possible. The idea of a world where he never got to meet him, where he never got to see him smile or hear him talk, or feel the warm weight of him in his arms is unimaginably awful.
Closing his eyes, Song Lan rests his cheek against Xingchen’s hair. He can ignore other people’s stares if he cannot see them, if he can pretend that they are not there. For Xingchen, he thinks, there are very few things he would not do or suffer.