[cheap or not, it's still a lot more homelike than Lan Wangji's, which Wei Wuxian has witnessed in all its spartan glory. he stops awkwardly in the door to quietly drink it in, no less startled than before; it still seems impossible that he's seeing the inside of Wei Wuxian's space by invitation, and he more than half-expected until they were actually inside that he was being taken to some third location. but this is unmistakably Wei Wuxian's room. it breathes him from the walls.

the guest chair and the evidence that Wei Wuxian has had other people here give him a pang, but it's not a surprise, after all. it's not Wei Wuxian who is the lonely, unsociable one. that's been Lan Wangji, always.

he makes note of the carnations.]