[Wei Wuxian's poker face is not nearly so good; he shows up in the doorway right around on time, but he stops quite obviously in the doorway, an even more obvious rainbow of emotions crossing his face. anger, guilt, confusion, even an hint of eagerness--there and then tucked away again, though not fast enough, and poorly. at least his lingering limp means he can disguise how stiffly he walks over, and excuses his somewhat impolite sprawl on a third side of the table.]

Ah! Well. Maybe I should have expected this? Good evening, you two.

[this is fine this is fine this is fine this is fine this is fi--

he's pouring himself sake to try and make it at least a little bit fine, oh my god.]