He is quite right, he is missing him with a such a deep sadness that is unknown to many with his brother as the exception.

"Thank you..." Voice soft from the pain, but with gratitude. He gently squeezed his hand, not wanting to let go, but reluctantly and eventually he did. It's not just the warmth of his hands that lingers, but the warmth of his thoughts.

Even drunk, he is quite aware the other Wei Wuxian isn't the same person at all. Looking at the picture, "I think it's finished, Wei Ying. So I'm going to take this picture back to my room."