He allows himself to be led, his golden gaze fixed upon their tied hands. Once the connection is broken, he takes the seat opposite Wei Wuxian and gives the cup a momentary glance before lifting it to his lips.
Obsidian eyes twinkle in delight as Lan Wangji acquiesces. “One cup! Alright. Come, come, sit!” Giving a tug at the other's sleeve — no, he changes his mind and decides to hold his hand instead, he leads him to sit down before plopping right across from him. And happily humming, he's quick ——