[Goddammit Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian just sighs, resisting the urge to faceplant into his chest because that would make things even WORSE.

He does reach up to squish Lan Wangji's cheeks between his hands, though.]

I'm not wearing anything different than usual. Actually, can you even see in this lighting? Your eyes haven't gone crossed from all the alcohol you've had yet?

[LET HIM JUST hold Lan Wangji's face in place so he can check his eyes to make sure they aren't crossed... There's no clearly platonic besotted staring happening here no sir.]