His heart clenches, but he doesn't speak. He feels Wei Wuxian's body go slack against him, his breathing even out. Carefully, he adjusts his position, pulling Wei Ying up into his arms, and carrying him the few feet it takes to get to the bed. He lays him down gently, crossing the man's arms over each other.

He watches, still, for a moment, as Wei Ying sleeps. Then he reaches out to carefully brush a few stray hairs from his face, as he always does when he finds the man like this. Sneaking a tiny amount of physical affection where he can.

"...Wangxian," he answers, finally, knowing the other man can't here him. And then he moves to the window, standing in a stark silhouette against the sky, and he waits, humming quietly under his breath.