[It's an easy agreement, a lock of hair spilling over his shoulder as he gives his head a little shake; he brushes it over to his back once more.]
Perhaps there wasn't any room to continue to be friends.
[Jiang Cheng had his own grief and rebuilding to contend with and Wei Wuxian was already lost, by the time Nie Huaisang experienced it himself. And in its wake-- no, there wasn't any room for it for him, not with what he needed to do.
Maybe it would have been different if any one of them chose to lean on each other. He thinks perhaps it could have gone worse if they did.]
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[It's an easy agreement, a lock of hair spilling over his shoulder as he gives his head a little shake; he brushes it over to his back once more.]
Perhaps there wasn't any room to continue to be friends.
[Jiang Cheng had his own grief and rebuilding to contend with and Wei Wuxian was already lost, by the time Nie Huaisang experienced it himself. And in its wake-- no, there wasn't any room for it for him, not with what he needed to do.
Maybe it would have been different if any one of them chose to lean on each other. He thinks perhaps it could have gone worse if they did.]