["literally what the fuck" --chuuya nakaraha, screaming internally!
every word of that is an extremely mixed message, and okay, he really can't keep it in anymore. he finally pulls back, his hands grasping wei wuxian's shoulders, and he sort of looks like he might shake him for a moment?]
Then why would you-- you can't just say those things right now, idiot-!
[it's a mix of frustration and confusion, though, rather than outright anger.
breathe, he reminds himself, before he tries to make that more coherent.]
If it's like that, then what was that answer about, huh-- if this isn't your problem, what is?
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every word of that is an extremely mixed message, and okay, he really can't keep it in anymore. he finally pulls back, his hands grasping wei wuxian's shoulders, and he sort of looks like he might shake him for a moment?]
Then why would you-- you can't just say those things right now, idiot-!
[it's a mix of frustration and confusion, though, rather than outright anger.
breathe, he reminds himself, before he tries to make that more coherent.]
If it's like that, then what was that answer about, huh-- if this isn't your problem, what is?