[he's quiet for too long, really. it's only a few minutes, but they feel stretched out as he works himself up to ask the question. and even then, it comes out in a mumble]
he's stuck underneath him, unable to move, and eventually falls asleep fuming at himself for trying to get anything out of Lan Wangji while drunk. we're never trying that again]
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What...do you think of me?
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I...to you...
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[and that's when he passes out entirely]
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he's stuck underneath him, unable to move, and eventually falls asleep fuming at himself for trying to get anything out of Lan Wangji while drunk. we're never trying that again]