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Yeah.

[He tries to think of all the things he has to do now if they're to depart in the morning, he really does. But his brain stutters once, twice, and then gives up on thinking of business completely for the moment. Huaisang is warm against him, and he buries his face against him, closing his eyes and gripping his robes tightly.]

Send the rest of your disciples back tomorrow. We'll leave in the afternoon.

[So they're close enough Huaisang isn't effectively abandoning his men, but on the other hand, it's not as if he'd be able to defend them much anyway. And this way, they can travel together on their own.]

You still remember how to make a camp, right?

[That's actually kind of teasing, as he pulls back to meet his eye.]

[How does it feel to be immediately dumped, Jiang Cheng? Or no, certainly not, but Huaisang still makes a face at him like he does not need this right now, damn!]

I remember when we were at Cloud Recesses and you told me I wasn't allowed to eat if I didn't figure out how to put up a tent.

[And he whined, and floundered for a while, and Wei Wuxian helped him put up his tent before claiming he needed to take payment for it and refusing to share his smuggled wine— You know, normal teen memories. He huffs, close to laughing, and noses against Jiang Cheng's cheek before kissing the corner of his mouth. A camping trip together... alright.]

Is that still your rule?

Mm, yes.

[He nudges the table out of the way, finally, just so he can shift forward and more or less pull Huaisang near to him. Not quite in his lap, but at least they can smooch without it being too awkward. And he can tug at the end of his hair lightly, just once.]

But if you're hopeless, maybe I'll give you some help.

[Wow, Sect Leader Jiang, how shameless. Huaisang settles in close to him anyway, dropping his arms to wrap around Jiang Cheng's waist instead, more comfortably. Any passing disciple can see this, but ask him to care... he simply does not.]

I'm a professional head-shaker, A-Cheng.

[Which, alright, Jiang Cheng can see right through him, but still!!]

I don't know how to put up a tent, I really don't...!

[In an instant both hands fly up, catching Huaisang's cheeks between his palms to stop him from shaking his head even a bit.]

You don't get to use that excuse anymore.

[Crisply stated. If they're going to make this work, that's the rule. He releases him, though not without a small Look.]

Ask me nicely on the road and I'll consider it.

[Surely there is a better way to impress this upon him— but alright, alright. He hums and puts his head down on Jiang Cheng's shoulder instead, not a shake in sight.]

I won't lie to you, A-Cheng. Never to you.

[He means it, so take that sincerity before a different, lamer kind of sincerity, because how often does his pampered ass go camping these days? Like never, ergo:]

I did forget how to put up a tent, though.

[Ah . . . and whatever else he was about to say is suddenly swept from his mind in a blissful, blank wave. His fingers smooth through Huaisang's hair, and he sighs softly.]

Ah-- that's fine. I'll-- yeah.

[Will that kind of straightforward affection always work to bowl him over? Honestly, probably.]

Cheater.

I don't know what you mean.

[Oh, but he does. He can be earnest and like this at the same time, so essentially Jiang Cheng is doomed.]

We should make preparations for tomorrow...

[But is he getting up? No.]

We?

[Buddy, there is one person who needs to make preparations here, you've got servants to pack your things. But he does need to talk to a lot of people and write several instructions down, so with a little huff he rolls his shoulder, pushing Huaisang off.]

Go wait for me. I won't be more than an hour or two.

[So cruelly dismissed... Maybe he wants to stand around watching his entourage pack up the, ah, guest room he's spent maybe all of 5 net hours in, in the past two weeks... It's remarkable that Jiang Cheng thinks people don't know about them.

But he sighs like it's the worst thing in the world to be told to go and be lazy, squeezing around Jiang Cheng's waist like maybe he won't— but he has to, and so he gets up at long last.]

Fine, fine. Don't take all evening.

[He's needy and he wants to cuddle, sue him. But alright! He'll wait!]

Edited (don't mind me there was a typo shh) 2020-03-29 05:27 (UTC)

[He tries not to take all evening, but it's not til late that he slips into his room and curls up next to Huaisang. It's fine. He makes it up to him, anyway, his mouth lingering at the crook of his neck, tongue teasing against the bruises he leaves there.

The journey to Qinghe only takes a few days, and god, but they're nice. It's nice to have a solid excuse not to think about anything related to work; nicer still the way they can just be instead of having to worry about things like reputation or deception. It's been so long since he's gotten to be anything but a sect leader.

One night he fends off a ghost or three; it's pleasantly athletic without threatening them in the least, and the way Huaisang eyes him afterwards is a bonus. Tonight-- one day away from Qinghe, if that-- he's caught them a fish for dinner. He even remembered how to debone the damn thing, a task he hasn't bothered to practice since he was twenty, so all in all: a successful trip and surprisingly effective ego boost.

Naturally, then, that he ruins it.

It would've been bad if it was him who twisted his ankle, but no. Of course not. Instead: he bumps into Huaisang, and it's him who steps wrong, whose ankle twists sharply, who falls with a pained cry-- and whose ankle is now swollen and tender, the skin heated beneath Jiang Cheng's probing fingers.]

It's not broken. Just tender for a while.

[Huaisang doesn't enjoy camping, frankly. As much as he enjoys Jiang Cheng, and as much privacy as being alone in a forest gives them compared to something reasonable like a comfortable inn, he can't say he's having the time of his life. Oh, yes, Jiang Cheng fending off a couple ghosts on his own is delightful in its own way, but Huaisang doesn't night hunt, and so he could really do without some of the more unsavory parts of this adventure.

He's upbeat, despite himself; it's nice to be together, simple as that, and to have an excuse to immediately drop every formality he'd have had to keep up if they stopped in some town on the way to Qinghe. It's... decent, at least until Jiang Cheng knocks him clean over, and he flinches and ineffectually hits Jiang Cheng in the shoulder with his fan when he pokes the tenderest part of his twisted ankle.]

I can't believe I have to limp all the way back to Qinghe.

[It's not that bad, but: uggghhh.]

You don't have to limp.

[What else can he do? And yet Jiang Cheng doesn't elaborate just yet. Instead: there's a faint glow at the tip of his fingers. He's far from a healer, but there's a difference between enormous feats of medicine and easing the ache in a sprained ankle. Can he actually do this in canon? God knows! We're saying yes.]

It's not that bad.

[That's very sweet, but since he isn't dying and milking his injury for all it's worth is tradition, hmm...]

It is! You know my golden core isn't as good as most!

[This is why you study in school: so that one day your very easy to understand core magic will circulate and help you heal or whatever. But also don't study in school because you will die young like your big brother. Hmm. Well, anyway.]

Will you carry me?

I don't have much of a choice.

[Just kidding, he was going to carry him regardless; it's literally the least he can do to make up for this. He scowls faintly, prodding at the ankle once more, like maybe there'll be sudden improvement.]

Just sit for a minute, all right? Maybe it'll get better.

[And if it gets better, he won't have to feel quite so guilty about ruining their night.]

[Well, it hurts, and pretty constantly... Huaisang has no intention of getting up to walk around anytime soon, but he's not such a whiner that he has to act like it's the end of the world. There's no one to fool! So instead he holds out one arm, gesturing for Jiang Cheng to come sit next to him.]

Keep me company, then.

[It's a good thing he calls for him: Jiang Cheng had honestly planned on storming off to work out his embarrassment on the tents or some such thing. Better that than just sitting and stewing in his (overblown) irritation at himself.

But he can't deny Huaisang a direct request, not now. So he sits, wrinkling his nose as he does. Should he apologize? Ah, but that's hard even for the simplest matters. So how to fix this?]

I can make us dinner soon. If you want.

[Huaisang leans against him the moment he sits; it's a little mean of him to push at Jiang Cheng's guilt like this, but he'll stop, he will! His ankle hurts and he wants to be held, genuinely and everything.]

Not yet. I can't concentrate on eating while it still hurts.

[How can he enjoy campfire fish with this terrible ache? This is serious.

...Then, okay,] It was an accident, A-Cheng.

[He at least shifts, wrapping an arm around him, holding him close. Which means Huaisang can feel the instant he goes stiff.]

It hasn't even been a month. How many people sprain the ankles of their--

. . . it's not exactly a good start.

[Let him brood.]

[Jiang Cheng, babe... We're looping around to unhealthy, here. Huaisang leans more heavily against him, like perhaps his affection will put an end to this brood for good. Or for like, ten minutes.]

Why are you worried about that? Knocking me over isn't an omen.

[But ah, see, maybe it is. Maybe it's a sign that he's not meant for this, that he's too broken, too mediocre, too lacking in some way and he oughtn't have this kind of happiness.]

I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

[Ah, well. He can't say he doesn't know where that sentiment is coming from. Jiang Cheng has lived waiting for the misery to catch up with him again, while Huaisang has wondered just how long he'll get away with the things he's done. It's— understandable.

But this is just a twisted ankle.]

It won't. You'll get used to it.

[To the happiness, or the dread... who knows.]

[He doubts it, and the snort he offers is meant to indicate that.]

I don't know how you can look at the future like that. Especially after . . . well, everything. How can you look at the future and think it will turn out decently?

I haven't thought about the future in years.

[It's been nothing but a desperate rush to the finish of the one thing he had to do, and there was never time to plan ahead to anything after. He's walked completely out of his own script and he doesn't want to think about it even now.

So it's going great.]

Even so, I managed to get this far.

[Well, that shuts him up. Jiang Cheng stares into the distance for a few moments, trying to absorb the blunt heaviness of that first statement.]

. . . I'm sorry.

[Has he said that yet? But so much has happened, and then there'd been desperate, frantic flirtation, avoiding all emotion-- and even when they were talking about feelings, it was inherently about them, not anything else.

But he is sorry. Sorry it had happened; sorry he wasn't there to help when it had. Sorry that he knows precisely the sort of rage and grief Huaisang has in him, because god, he would that he never knew such feelings.]

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