He does notice that Wei Ying's spirit is a little bit dampened, his usual ebullient mood missing some spring in its step. His selections of food are even a little sparse, so Lan Wangji has picked up some extra items that he will later sleight of hand into Wei Ying's bowl if necessary.
He had not considered that perhaps Wei Ying would not want to share a bed with him, that maybe he had thought their last meeting at the spa was too... awkward. It really was an inconvenient time to talk about such matters, but he doesn't think it should matter. His heart aches a little, that they should even have to consider distance, but he shelves it. They can speak when they are well-rested. Everything else -- feelings, old wounds, heartbreak -- that can all wait until Wei Ying's eyes are no longer red-rimmed and his smile is bright and sweet again as late summer honey.
"It is merely an offer," he explains, in case Wei Ying is deciding right now of all times to be polite and be an esteemed guest and not his friend and soulmate.
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He had not considered that perhaps Wei Ying would not want to share a bed with him, that maybe he had thought their last meeting at the spa was too... awkward. It really was an inconvenient time to talk about such matters, but he doesn't think it should matter. His heart aches a little, that they should even have to consider distance, but he shelves it. They can speak when they are well-rested. Everything else -- feelings, old wounds, heartbreak -- that can all wait until Wei Ying's eyes are no longer red-rimmed and his smile is bright and sweet again as late summer honey.
"It is merely an offer," he explains, in case Wei Ying is deciding right now of all times to be polite and be an esteemed guest and not his friend and soulmate.