Wei Ying let himself think, just focuses on not falling apart in public. Too many people, clambering for his attention...But at least he isn't alone, though he tries very hard not to blink over at Lan Zhan over the stare. He finds it too odd to want to think too hard on right now.

The door slides open, making him twitch a little before he tugs Lan Zhan in after him. Then waits, shifting his weight while watching his friend stare at the row of buttons. A slow disbelieving little smile forms and he tugs on one of Wangji's sleeves.

"Lan Zhan? Do you remember how high up it is?" Even as startled and uneasy as he'd been, he remembers how many of the gut-dropping times the room had stopped before dropping again.