[ the surprise of the answer blows his eyes wide, for the fraction of a second, before he wrestles his expression under control — he's not needed to hide, here, hasn't wanted to hide. but for this, he believes it is for the best: that he is surprised by wei wuxian's words, the fact that his apology isn't waved away with ease, buried under uncomfortable laughter and dismissive words... he wants to smile, because his friend has grown from the person he once was, into someone who may not yet be comfortable accepting that he might, actually, deserve things in life, but is on the way there —
he wants to smile, and so he does, hiding it behind his fan.
and then, when the hand on his shoulder withdraws, he snaps his fan shut and bows. ]
You too, Wei Wuxian. I'm glad to be able to call you my friend.
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he wants to smile, and so he does, hiding it behind his fan.
and then, when the hand on his shoulder withdraws, he snaps his fan shut and bows. ]
You too, Wei Wuxian. I'm glad to be able to call you my friend.