[Wei Wuxian's laugh is such a reassuring sound, though he wonders dimly if it's a front. His little brother always worried that Wei Wuxian masked his own pain with laughter and bright smiles, and there is a pang of guilt that he never got to know the man well enough to tell the difference.

When Xichen speaks next, there is a hint of hesitation in his voice.]

I would, if it is not too much trouble...?

[Hunger is a distant thing for him; getting clean and appropriately attired is far more pressing than eating. He can go a while without the latter.]

This one does appreciate the sentiment, but he knows that, while Wei Wuxian enjoys his food heavily spiced, he probably will not appreciate it seasoned with sand.

[And Xichen's impressive head of damp hair has collected quite a lot of it, to say nothing of other places he'd rather not mention.]