Lan Wangji's nose is bleeding, but he looks otherwise okay, if a little bruised in the ego. He looks a little bit shy, and guilty, like a cat who's just knocked over a vase and been confronted with it. He pouts and looks away from Wei Ying.

"I'm fine," he says, but he gets up to a seated position and looks up at his husband, reaching for him, crawling against him, hanging onto him again. "Didn't see the ground," he murmurs into Wei Ying's chest. He's barely audible.

He'll probably need help getting back upstairs, and bathed, and dressed for bed, and then to sleep with him. Otherwise, he'll just be totally useless all night.

Speaking of totally useless, he'll try to get up again, but teeter-totter all the way... Why would you ask Lan Wangji to drink? Once he tries to get up, he places his hands on Wei Ying's shoulders, and very delayed, he says: "tag."