Coherent thought, much less actual words, are a little beyond Wei Ying at the moment so he nods weakly, turning to embrace his husband. For a several moments, he just clings to him as he collects himself.
Finally, he pulls back momentarily to drop a remarkably chaste kiss on Lan Zhan's mouth.
"Home, it is," he murmurs gently, sounding all too happy at the idea, all thoughts of crying girls, terrorist attacks, and the existence of other human beings beyond just the two of them well and truly cast aside for now.
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on 2020-02-19 04:26 am (UTC)Finally, he pulls back momentarily to drop a remarkably chaste kiss on Lan Zhan's mouth.
"Home, it is," he murmurs gently, sounding all too happy at the idea, all thoughts of crying girls, terrorist attacks, and the existence of other human beings beyond just the two of them well and truly cast aside for now.