All the warmth congeals into a lump of ice. The fluttering in his belly isn't so pleasant any longer -- it's frantic, nauseating, and if it wouldn't hurt Lan Zhan even more Wei Wuxian would simply make his excuses and leave.

"Ah, Lan Zhan -- " He drags a hand down his face, still too afraid to look at him. "I'm sorry. I..."

What can he even say? I'm sorry but if I think about you too long I may blurt out something I regret and destroy the little friendship we still share? If he loses Lan Zhan --

"I am not thinking clearly today. I am sorry. Forgive me."