( He sighs, on his side and watching Lan Zhan, watching their son, watching the swell of rabbit visible across the expanse of him. There are things not for him to mend, even if he is, at part, a kindling in a fire that burned to ashes over the years he was in no man's world.

It isn't what he was asking, to bring Jiang Cheng along; he misses what he and his brother were, once, but he doesn't refute the striking out, or the way it's calmed in that confrontation of tears from Jiang Cheng where he still held himself back. Facing the past, facing the present, how does he account for both?

He barely's managing with Lan Zhan.

He reaches out, pokes at Lan Zhan's cheek with a lopsided smile and serious eyes. )

Lan Zhan.

( This isn't his to fix. He can't make a soulmate and a brother find common ground unless and until they want to; and he knows them both too well to believe in much of their capitulations.

Owning affections, he supposes, is hardest with adults. Children, the weak, the animal, it's so much easier without the complication. )

We're within Yunmeng's reach. He should know to keep an eye out, later.

( He at least didn't keep pressing at Lan Zhan's cheek, instead hand falling to brush over Qingshan's head, stroking his hair. Qingshan grunts and presses himself closer to Lan Zhan's side. The rabbit, warm in his touch, and soothed by his qi; Wei Wuxian reaches out to pat that shoulder with the hand resting on the rabbit. )

Rest. It's what heals.

( For all of them, even more than qi. )

Better come morning, right?

( His ankle, the other hurts and hits, the planning for Qingshan's safety, the rabbit yao child now sharing their seated bench turned bed.

If anything, let him be the one to fail to rest. Lan Zhan will always wake too early. )