Is it really enough? He and the other Lan Wangji had been friends, easily enough, but the line had always been drawn at that. It wasn't until recently, as these indulgent teas were introduced, that he'd seemed to change, and Wei Wuxian had certainly considered that could be at least partially to blame. Though he'd witnessed Lan Zhan's despair, he couldn't tell the man how to grieve, or how to cope. After tragedy after tragedy in his past life, he knew that everyone dealt with their grief differently, and if being there helped, he'd do what he could.

"I tried, but... I think I must've done something wrong," he swallows thickly, and leans his head on his Lan Zhan's shoulder, letting himself be held and feeling entirely unworthy of its comfort.