Each time Lan Zhan starts to wander off, Wei Ying steps right back to his side and nudges him back on track. And then they enter into what looks like almost organized chaos and he steps just a little closer to Lan Zhan, tension itching between his shoulder blades.

And then people descend upon them and jabber strange words at them. But Lan Zhan has never done well with crowds...or people...and that leaves Wei Ying to be the barrier.

So he steals his nerves and steps forward with a charming smile, holding out one of the baskets of chicken wings in hopes of shooing people away. Even though it means giving away some of what Lan Zhan had bought for him.

"Sorry, sorry, you'll have to excuse us today but maybe tomorrow?"

One basket gone and he grabs Lan Zhan's wrist to tug him through the crowd without further comment, ignoring the whines.

And even though he hates that small moving room, it seems to be the fastest way to hide.