No... No— [ Rather than pull his hands away, Jiang Cheng turns them over in Jin Ling's to grip his nephew's hands in return. Even so, he doesn't quite meet Jin Ling's gaze. ]
Not him. Not... just him. I'm just— I'm not enough, A-Ling. I'm not... for anyone. Not my mom, not my dad. A-Jie gets married, goes away. [ His gaze jerks up at that, briefly, remembering that she dies. He swallows against the lump in his throat, yanks hard on Jin Ling's hands so his nephew comes tumbling into his arms. ] Wei Wuxian's just... next down the list.
[ He tucks his cheek against the top of Jin Ling's head, shuts his eyes. ]
You'll probably find someone soon, too. I've barely gotten started with you and... Everyone leaves me in the end.
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Not him. Not... just him. I'm just— I'm not enough, A-Ling. I'm not... for anyone. Not my mom, not my dad. A-Jie gets married, goes away. [ His gaze jerks up at that, briefly, remembering that she dies. He swallows against the lump in his throat, yanks hard on Jin Ling's hands so his nephew comes tumbling into his arms. ] Wei Wuxian's just... next down the list.
[ He tucks his cheek against the top of Jin Ling's head, shuts his eyes. ]
You'll probably find someone soon, too. I've barely gotten started with you and... Everyone leaves me in the end.