[sizhui's completely unaware of wei wuxian's thoughts, currently far too focused on getting them home to spare a glance back and ask if he's doing alright. his father's hand is still in his own and that's enough for him at the moment because if he stops to address anything, they might end up with more trouble on their hands than the disturbing thoughts wei wuxian's having. (although, if there were a perfect chance to strike, it would definitely be now when he's not paying any mind to the person he trusts—)
how lucky for them both, they reach the home even quicker than sizhui imagined, but as he moves closer toward the door, he abruptly stops, reeling back slightly whenever wei wuxian hesitates.
blinking in confusion, he turns, clenches his hand a little tighter in kind and inquires,] What do you mean?
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how lucky for them both, they reach the home even quicker than sizhui imagined, but as he moves closer toward the door, he abruptly stops, reeling back slightly whenever wei wuxian hesitates.
blinking in confusion, he turns, clenches his hand a little tighter in kind and inquires,] What do you mean?