( the nod may have been small, but the abrupt grin it earns is not. to wei wuxian's credit, he presses his lips together to suppress it (now's not the time to look so delighted). instead, he takes better hold of the arm on which he tugged the sleeve, lifting it enough to duck underneath it and wrap an arm around lan zhan's lower back. as for the arm now draped over his shoulders, he adjusts it so that lan zhan's hand grips his shoulder instead. this way, the stubborn man has leverage. he can use wei wuxian as a crutch, far more dignified (in wei ying's subjective opinion) than just letting himself be hauled around.
from a handful of yards off, jiang cheng shakes his head with a tensely resigned sort of sigh. wei wuxian doesn't pay it the slightest mind, peering sideways up at lan zhan as he says, ) When you walk, just put weight your weight here instead, ( with a tap of his fingertips against the back of the hand on his shoulder. a flicker of the grin returns. ) Pretend I'm a walking stick.
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from a handful of yards off, jiang cheng shakes his head with a tensely resigned sort of sigh. wei wuxian doesn't pay it the slightest mind, peering sideways up at lan zhan as he says, ) When you walk, just put weight your weight here instead, ( with a tap of his fingertips against the back of the hand on his shoulder. a flicker of the grin returns. ) Pretend I'm a walking stick.