[Lan Wangji tilts his head to watch Wei Wuxian out of the corner of his eye. there's something soft about his near-changeless expression.

Wei Wuxian's face, painted by the darkness and the rainbow glare of neon from across the water, is still unbearably beautiful to him. the last time he was able to eat a meal while resting his eyes on these familiar features feels like a lifetime ago. in many ways, perhaps it was.]

...

Eat.