[ A small whine escapes Wei Ying when he feels Lan Zhan's hand on his back. It's a warm, comforting touch, one he's always welcomed, and it disappears far too quickly for his liking.

So he turns, making a grabbing motion at Lan Zhan and drops his head onto the broad shoulder of Lan Zhan instead of the counter. ] You're not going anywhere. [ It's part demand, part question. He couldn't handle it if Lan Zhan stepped back at the moment. ]

I don't deserve a better backdrop or anything else you're imagining in your head, Lan Zhan. [ He burrows his face in his shoulder. ] You're the one who deserves pretty places and good things. I can't believe you like me.