"Meng Yao." These days Xichen usually looks the worse for the wear, but as he opens the door he doesn't look grim or upset, at least. Or angry.

"Come in, he is inside. There is tea."

He closes the door and leads the way, calm and steady. He can look his fill later.

"We are both here now." He announces to Jin Ling. And goes to pour tea. Never mind that he is not the host and that he is oldest.

He...

Well. He is nervous.