The embrace takes him by surprise and the flush is quickly back again. Wei Ying doesn't protest, though. It feels like it's been a long time since anyone's been around to hold him or really care about him and all. The hand on his hair feels, well, nice. However, he keeps talking, muffled as it is against Lan Zhan's chest.
"I really think I should look into this guy, though! He could be a clue to why I'm here again. Maybe even to why he looks like me. Who would even want to clone me..."
That last bit's more to himself than Lan Zhan and there's low-key self-deprecating tone to it. Even as mixed up and fractures as his memory is, Wei Ying knows he did bad things. Very bad things. They were right to kill him. Whoever it had been.
"I don't like not knowing, Lan Zhan."
And some things never change. Wei Ying's never liked not knowing things, especially things that have been forbidden to him for whatever reason.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninetydegrees
no subject
on 2020-01-29 01:10 am (UTC)"I really think I should look into this guy, though! He could be a clue to why I'm here again. Maybe even to why he looks like me. Who would even want to clone me..."
That last bit's more to himself than Lan Zhan and there's low-key self-deprecating tone to it. Even as mixed up and fractures as his memory is, Wei Ying knows he did bad things. Very bad things. They were right to kill him. Whoever it had been.
"I don't like not knowing, Lan Zhan."
And some things never change. Wei Ying's never liked not knowing things, especially things that have been forbidden to him for whatever reason.