Wei Wuxian is a man who selects his resistances, and more often than not capitulates to those he cares about; not wisely, at all times, and not appropriately either, but there's nothing that feels unwise or inappropriate in responding to the downward tug with a pause and then the folding of his limbs into a controlled collapse, flicking his patchwork cloak out behind him.

"Lan Zhan." Staring at him, knowing the concerns, but unwilling to allow him this way over ones shared. "If bruises were enough to stop me, would you have ever heard my name in Gusu Lan?"

Easier to jest about things which are decades removed, things that had traveled in rumours across all five sects, enough that it was known what kind of conflict Jiang Sect's head disciple got into with its lady co-leader; his favouritism with the gentleman co-leader being the contrasting point. Easier to speak on those echoes of a childhood he'd partly made difficult on himself, partly allowed that there was no 'right' he could achieve that would soothe all tempers, than the others: when has being half alive stopped me from trying? When has grievous injury kept me from striving? He's not a man who has ever taken himself in kindness, but he's smiled through most of it, and he'll smile as he needs to for the days that come.

"Your brother, our son. One you have the sole claim to, but don't ask me to act as if I don't care about A-Yuan. I've lost him once."

Don't ask him to stay and risk losing him again.