[Lan Wangji puts a hand back on his back again, steadying him. he finishes his own food first, since he didn't get much for himself. he's not that hungry.

he doesn't like the city. it's too big, too bustling, too full of light and movement and noise. he doesn't understand the modern aesthetic. the fact that he's already gravitated to this little slice of green after so little time here is very telling; his spirit was crying out to feel grass and see water.

but removed a little way from it -- here with Wei Wuxian -- it's still beautiful.]