He calls for help for most of the walk to their room, loud and shameless and only stops when Lan Zhan drops him onto the bed. It's a little dizzying, and he tries to right himself, laying on his back, head lolling off the edge of the bed. It's not a great angle, and doesn't help with the dizziness, but he catches sight of Lan Wangji locking the door behind him.

For the first time tonight, Lan Zhan actually looks flustered, asking instead of telling.

"A likely story," he hiccups, trying to roll himself back over to his stomach, "wanted to help me what?"