The black smoke clings to him a moment longer, then unfurls from his limbs and slinks back to the house. As it does, Wei Wuxian almost loses his balance and stumbles, hard, to catch himself on the nearest wall.

He always feels a touch unsteady when the resentful energy leaves, even when he's not blisteringly drunk, and now that he's exhausted the last fragment of his sobriety to keep them from getting beat up in a back alley... well. He's giggling helplessly, too hard to speak at first, as he sinks to the ground glassy-eyed.

"No one's ever said that before," he gasps out around the laughter.