[fear isn't something that often strikes him in a white-hot sort of manner; it comes and is usually gone just as quickly, but under the current circumstances, it hits, it grips and nearly seizes sizhui's breath away. what if we can't? oh, but what if they can?

he straightens slightly, exhales a slow breath, his arm still vice-like around his father, brow pinched in concern at his shifting demeanor. after the tears come, that's when sizhui hesitates, forcing them both to stop so he can address wei wuxian more proper-like.] No, no, you aren't, [comes the soft reassurance as he reaches with his other hand to help wipe the man's face.] It— it's alright, you don't have to apologize. We'll get through this. [another squeeze while he dries more tears.] Together.

Let me lead us for a little while, okay? [except he isn't going to wait for an answer, he's just going to faintly adjust his position again and start guiding them anyway. i'm here, i'll protect you.]