[It comes out without thought, a correction that perhaps Lan Wangji might have himself offered if Jacob had been the one to slip up. But there's no malice behind it, no smugness. Merely the quick correction of someone trying to keep up a story.
More importantly, he keeps his attention on Lan Wangji, just on the way he holds himself. He expects nothing less than the usual, the manners that seem to be adhered to so strictly, spine forced into ramrod straightness, muscles held tight. No sign whatsoever that he might have hurt himself.
so I should never try to tag on my phone, when it's late and I've had a drink. we know this now.
[It comes out without thought, a correction that perhaps Lan Wangji might have himself offered if Jacob had been the one to slip up. But there's no malice behind it, no smugness. Merely the quick correction of someone trying to keep up a story.
More importantly, he keeps his attention on Lan Wangji, just on the way he holds himself. He expects nothing less than the usual, the manners that seem to be adhered to so strictly, spine forced into ramrod straightness, muscles held tight. No sign whatsoever that he might have hurt himself.
With a smile, he thinks: What an arse.]
Let's check that one, shall we? Come on Tykhe.