[if Lan Wangji was even the slightest bit more calculated in his actions, he might think, I could never. he would never trust me if he remembered me taking advantage.

of course, he isn't. so he doesn't even think of it. he could never; it would be wrong.

when they finally do get to his building, he'll do whatever it takes to gently encourage and help Wei Wuxian up the several floors of steps. the place he's staying itself, when revealed, is a brutally narrow 1R apartment, old and worn. the effect is a little improved in that there's almost nothing in it but a bed, a plain privacy screen , and a tiny side table with an incense burner, so it seems bigger than it is. the wood of the floor has been scrubbed and waxed until it glows.

the one window, with a tiny slice of view, hangs over the bed. Lan Wangji steers Wei Wuxian in that direction and coaxes him to sit down.]