"Fine." With a heavy sigh, this drunk, temper fueled argument seems to get worst as he set the towel and robe aside. He refused to look at him as he strips off his clothes and then storms off to his shower. While Wei Ying is in the shower, getting clean, and hopefully the shower will help him become a little more somber, Lan Wangji sits on his rocking chair, rocking back and forth anxiously.

He waits for him to finish his shower and eventually come out, the towel and robe left on the bed in his line of sight should he want it to dry.