The walk isn't terribly far, but he's definitely feeling the fatigue by the time they reach Lan Wangji's door and stumble inside. He makes a face at Lan Zhan's reply though, and sets his plate down on the low table, grabbing a roll and putting it in his mouth with one hand, while he grabs Lan Zhan's sleeve with the other, pulling him toward the bed.

This back and forth again. Admittedly, there's a lot to say between them, but he's too tired to put up much resistance.

"Lan Zhan," he sighs, though his tone is light and teasing, "let me play a little bit coy, won't you?"