He tries to catch Wei Ying's hand when he taps the end of Wangji's nose. He'd always meant to ask what that was supposed to mean; it was a gesture he did a lot, but he wasn't sure when Wei Ying did it to him instead.

But that thought is quickly forgotten in lieu of the bath. Right, the bath.

"No bubbles," he answers. He likes the idea, but not so much the execution. And he gets in, even though the water is cold, and folds his legs up so that there's plenty of room for Wei Ying.

If he wants.

Clearly.