[for whatever it may be worth, the lan disciple doesn't notice his struggling too much, taking into account he's finding it more and more difficult to lift his head— and wow, when did his hands get so interesting? he doesn't remember, but eventually, he does manage an upward glance, just long enough to momentarily see jin ling's expression. hm, he doesn't look outright appalled by what's been said, though the way he all but whispers is rather telling.

sizhui lowers his gaze again, disentangles his hands and lifts one to rest over his chest, pressing against it tight like that might keep his heart from bursting through his ribcage. should he have worded it differently? perhaps something with additional eloquence would've proved more proper, he'll later blame his clumsiness on the exhaustion.

he tilts his head back up after jin ling crosses his arms, opening his mouth as if to protest, although the other male is already making his way back toward the table. instinctively, sizhui's hands lower, palms bracing on the edge of the bed like he might move to push himself upright and follow. except when he remembers how discombobulated he was while on his feet a few moments ago, he second-guesses, clenches his fingers around the bedsheets a long moment then exhales a slow, measured sigh before letting go.

of course he can see his friend is fine, that doesn't make him any less worried for his well-being!]

Jingyi always goes overboard and regrets it later, you know that. What would make anything different now? [despite his being tired, sizhui sounds genuine when he asks and definitely can't help the small approving hum toward jin ling's gratitude.] You're welcome... I do hope they help.