His eyes fall closed; he turns enough to kiss the tips of Lan Zhan's fingers.
(The tiny movement feels much larger and wobblier than it should be -- which, he has to admit ruefully, means he probably really is as drunk as Lan Zhan insists.)
"Plenty of people weren't as patient as you," he murmurs, unconcerned. "Even if they loved me."
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Date: 2020-11-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(The tiny movement feels much larger and wobblier than it should be -- which, he has to admit ruefully, means he probably really is as drunk as Lan Zhan insists.)
"Plenty of people weren't as patient as you," he murmurs, unconcerned. "Even if they loved me."