He doesn't quite smile. It's still too painful to see Wei Ying, there's still too much grief in the years in between, so he can't bring himself to smile. But his expression does soften, even if it weirdly half-lidded and even if he might be swaying a little bit.

"Mmn," he replies. He lets Wei Yin lean against him for another moment, and then he pushes him slowly off him, only to grab his wrist and start dragging him to the door.

"Out."