Wuxian pouts, recognizing the signs Lan Zhan isn't saying everything. But that's Lan Zhan, and it's better than no answer at all.

He shifts closer, reaching out to tuck some of his friend's hair back out of his face. It's never been easy, or really possible, to stay even upset with this man for very long. Even annoyance is difficult to hold onto.

"Why? You have no duty to me. I'm not your responsibility."