( A strange desperate urge to giggle alights in Wen Kexing's throat as he steps onto the sword, one he does his best to swallow down but still somehow finds it's way into his exhale either way. It is not daring, however, that has him folding an arm around the second young master's waist, he actually does keep it as proper as he can. He knows that this is simply a way of escape, and that Lan Wangji in not leaving him to die, is giving him a gift. Still he watches the shadows, shivering, needy, fingers clawing at the boundary. They will break through if given reason, have moved to the outskirts thusly. )

Well, you do the same then.

( An agitated burst of brusque care, this is Wen Kexing when he is clinging to his smoke and mirrors. )

If you go blind and we both fall to our deaths I'll be displeased. A ghost even you can't banish, Master Lan, fair warning.

( But here he is obediently tilting his head down, obscuring it from where the worst of the damage might come. )