"Lan Zhan, I'll sleep on your roof tonight!"
Lan Zhan couldn't help the fondness that surged through him as he looked up at Wei Ying sprawled on top of his guest quarters. It was impossible to resist, and he didn't try. He wished Wei Ying was sober, but not knowing when they'd see each other again, he leaped up onto the roof.
"Oh, Lan Zhan, there you are." Wei Ying blinked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He smiled and reached out to gently poke Lan Zhan's cheek, explaining with the seriousness of the very drunk, "You're so beautiful, sometimes I don't know if you're real."
Lan Zhan had never put much stock into people's praises of his looks, but now he could feel his ears burning at the compliment. "Mn. I'm here."
"Good. I like it when you're with me," Wei Ying slurred, eye lids drooping tiredly, completely unaware of the storm of conflicting emotions his innocent statement set loose inside Lan Zhan. He wanted nothing more than to gather Wei Ying in his arms and tell him that he'd always be there.
But duty called, so instead Lan Zhan leaned in and kissed Wei Ying on the forehead. "Wei Ying. I have to go."
Lan Zhan wasn't sure if he'd been heard, but it didn't matter anyway. With one last longing glance at the passed-out figure, Lan Zhan turned his back and mounted his sword. Duty lay ahead in Gusu, but his heart stayed behind on a rooftop.