It seems to be enough, Lan Zhan isn't pushing the point any further, and at least he's able to finish his dessert and tea. Wei Wuxian has been nursing his glass, but he kicks back the last of it, enjoying the warmth as the alcohol burns the back of his throat.

He's tempted to reach across the table, to squeeze Lan Zhan's hand, anything to reassure him, but he's not entirely sure where he stands anymore, or if he's overstepping, now that this Lan Zhan's Wei Wuxian has come back.

"And what about Lan Zhan?" he tries. Lan Zhan might not be the sort to spill the deepest feelings in his heart, but Wei Wuxian isn't sure he can stand to think of him looking so heartbroken and despairing as he was before his Wei Wuxian had returned.

"Are you... going to be okay?"