He's helped Lan Zhan undress before, though it's usually in the heat of the moment, with robes flying and thrown every which way, little care or regard to where they landed or the occasional popped seam when things got a bit too rough and desperate. Trying to undress a drunken Lan Wangji who could barely stand straight was a very different beast, and with the wings, quite literally so.

Wei Wuxian reaches around his middle, feeling for the ties of his belt and loosening them with dexterous fingers. Lan Zhan, on the other hand, is for once the one struggling. To be fair, those wings must make it difficult even if he weren't inebriated, but now he just looks like a toddler, unable to get his arm out of his sleeve without help. Wei Wuxian tosses the belts aside and puts his hands up to help, one bracing the wing, the other trying to gently slide the garment around it. If he could just free one side, the other should come along easily.

"Ah- Lan Zhan- can you just- no, this way- and then-" he tries to direct them through it, and tosses the white robes into a frustrated heap on the floor once they're off. Getting them off was bad enough, and Wei Wuxian swears off trying to dress Lan Zhan again after his bath. At least, not in any of his robe-like tops. He'll have to settle for a pair of loose pants.

"Wait, wait, your hair ornaments too, let me get those," he fusses, trying to get Lan Zhan to bend his head so he can reach them.