Yes, it is definitely a laugh now, though it trails into an amused groan as Wei Wuxian buries his face in his hands.

"It's terrible," he declares, the picture of melodramatic woe. "I have not actually said anything to him, I don't know if I can -- he visits every night, yes? And last night I could hardly speak at all whenever I looked at him, half of what I said made me sound like an idiot, I drank too much to calm my nerves and only worried him more -- "