If anyone allowed me all the things that make me feel nice now, Wangji. I might also run away. Not because I don't want them, but because I don't think I deserve them.

[ Xichen's words come far too fast, before he can stop them. He understands, oh, he understands his brother. But he understands young master Wei, too.

He swallows the rest, though, and shakes his head. Wangji won't even remember this in the morning, but...

He couldn't not say them. ]

Let us go find something that is still open, then. Sweet, or savory?