He can't argue with that,even if for him, sleep is more an invitation to relive the things he could see when he closed his eyes, the moments he didn't want to think about too clearly. But the kick has him swatting at his brother's ankle, fingers curling around it for a moment.
"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.
The hand on his ankle is warm, even through the fabric of his boots, and it stills his movements if only for a moment. Ever since-- ever since his core was removed, Wei Ying finds himself feeling colder than usual, chilled. Or perhaps that is from the resentment that seems to constantly curl around in his hollow chest, either or. He shakes the thoughts and shadows off, watching as Jiang Cheng leans back against the wall, eyes closing slightly.
He looks tired. Worn.
(Protect him)
"Don't want to, or can't. I'm not carrying you if you pass out, I hope you know that." A lie. He would, no questions asked.
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"I don't want to sleep." After a moment, his head dropping back against the wall, eyes closing.
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He looks tired. Worn.
(Protect him)
"Don't want to, or can't. I'm not carrying you if you pass out, I hope you know that." A lie. He would, no questions asked.