Wei Wuxian gulps down the rest of his own champagne, almost sneezes as the bubbles hit his nose, then hightails it after Ingress, laughing even harder.

They hit the cool night air; he clings to her, still beaming ear to ear and hiccuping with laughter. He can still walk, right? Yes. His legs aren't working well, but they work well enough.

"What time is it?" he asks. "Lan Zhan's usually asleep by hài hour -- um, nine o'clock? I think? It doesn't matter, I'll wake him up, ah, I hope he's not too worried I'm gone -- "