He keeps his smile cheerful as he waves a farewell. The door clicks shut, melding back into the wall as if it were never there, and still he stands with his hand half-raised, mind buzzing pleasantly as it absorbs the memory of Lan Zhan's smile.

Well. Now he has the day to himself. Alone.

(And he will not spend it working, he tells himself sternly. At least part of it, he will spend figuring out how to tell Lan Zhan. Somehow. At some point.)

Realizing he still hasn't lowered his hand, he hastily drops it, clears his throat, and goes to see about getting another cup of tea.