It's a good thing that Lan Wangji can't look at him right now, because his hands are crossed over his chest as if he is about to sleep. He is getting rest, but it's not nine yet, so he isn't tired.
"Where will you sleep?" he asks, because there's room on the bed for two but he isn't going to offer and Wei Ying isn't going to ask. He doesn't even think he would if this one and his memories all matched up one by one, zippered up to each tooth. He isn't brave enough.
But it would be a shame to make Wei Ying sleep on the floor, though both have done similar things before. Not to mention, this was at least more comfortable than being severely injured in a cave with no idea when anyone would come for them.
The hotel does, however, have way too many pillows for some reason. He had only really ever slept with the one, but when he'd gotten to the bed, he'd hardly realized it for all the cushy cushions on it. He reaches out with one hand, to the side of the bed, and then underneath. How far back did he stick these...?
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"Where will you sleep?" he asks, because there's room on the bed for two but he isn't going to offer and Wei Ying isn't going to ask. He doesn't even think he would if this one and his memories all matched up one by one, zippered up to each tooth. He isn't brave enough.
But it would be a shame to make Wei Ying sleep on the floor, though both have done similar things before. Not to mention, this was at least more comfortable than being severely injured in a cave with no idea when anyone would come for them.
The hotel does, however, have way too many pillows for some reason. He had only really ever slept with the one, but when he'd gotten to the bed, he'd hardly realized it for all the cushy cushions on it. He reaches out with one hand, to the side of the bed, and then underneath. How far back did he stick these...?