Hello. You're not allowed to kill Second Master Lan.

[ He had been reading, Wen Kexing, going through various missives and texts and trying to piece together what it is they're meant to be doing. There's only so much rest and meditation a man can do before he goes absolutely mad, after all. Though it'd take a much stronger man than he to refuse Wen Kexing, warm and clinging and acting a child. Zishu leans back against Wen Kexing's chest, a smile tugging at his lips as he blindly reaches up to give that beloved face a single, firm pat--an admonishment without any true negativity. ]

I don't know what you have against him; I find him a perfectly pleasant conversation partner. [ The briefest pause, and then he goes on, accommodatingly: ] Not as pleasant as you, of course. Where have you been? Your fingers are cold.

[ He has to end with a complaint, of course, token as it may be, concern hidden beneath the habitual criticism. ]