Understanding dawns on Wuxian's face as his husband leans in to kiss him, recognising that same expression on his face. Understanding and guilt, because he doesn't think he'll ever, ever forgive himself for leaving Lan Zhan all those years ago. Still, that lingering kiss is enough to chase it away a little.

"At least it won't be for too long." he says, letting go as the other man steps away.

"Your excellency," Huaisang replies smoothly, bowing in return, his expression entirely innocent - though of course that doesn't mean anything with him. He steps aside to let Lan Wangji pass and then continues on his own way towards his guest room - which is really not that far away from Yuan's. He's contemplating writing an anonymous letter to Jin Ling about the benefits of silencing talismans.

"Wei-xiong," he says as he passes his old friend - and this time there's just the hint of a smirk in his smile, but he doesn't say anything more, and he continues on his way. Wuxian just grins at him and turns to step back into the room with the two boys.

He takes a seat and waits for either of them to wake up.