Nobody seems in the mood to argue with Jiang Cheng in that moment, not even his brother.
Yuan's sobs have died down a little, but he's still crying into his father's shoulder - he wants to tell Jin Ling he doesn't want to leave him, either, but he can't seem to stop the tears long enough to get actual words out, even if he could speak. Wuxian seems to understand, though, he nods a confirmation at Jin Ling and shifts, lifting Yuan easily into his arms as he stands.
"I'll bring him to your room." he tells his nephew simply.
He glances at his husband, a silent question whether he's going to come with them or stay with his disciple - either answer completely acceptable, under the circumstances.
"Yes, Jiang-zongzhu," Zizhen nods obediently, still focused on giving Jingyi spiritual energy - if he needs to be the moved that's fine, but he's not leaving the other boy's side until he's awake.
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Nobody seems in the mood to argue with Jiang Cheng in that moment, not even his brother.
Yuan's sobs have died down a little, but he's still crying into his father's shoulder - he wants to tell Jin Ling he doesn't want to leave him, either, but he can't seem to stop the tears long enough to get actual words out, even if he could speak. Wuxian seems to understand, though, he nods a confirmation at Jin Ling and shifts, lifting Yuan easily into his arms as he stands.
"I'll bring him to your room." he tells his nephew simply.
He glances at his husband, a silent question whether he's going to come with them or stay with his disciple - either answer completely acceptable, under the circumstances.
"Yes, Jiang-zongzhu," Zizhen nods obediently, still focused on giving Jingyi spiritual energy - if he needs to be the moved that's fine, but he's not leaving the other boy's side until he's awake.