( He's maybe more than a little tipsy when he returns to his rooms. In his defence it has been a long, boring day full of long, boring speeches and more paperwork than he has ever had to look at in his entire life. For the later half of his afternoon he had spent his time mostly fantasising about setting fire to his desk and the rest of it pining helplessly for Zhou Zishu, cup after cup of wine as he wondered just how well the other man's meeting with Lan Xichen had gone. It's not that he'd been jealous exactly, but there had been something - curiosity, maybe, a deep need to be a fly on the wall.

No, it was absolutely envy.

But it's fine, because the light inside his rooms tells him that Zhou Zishu is there, and so when he pushes the door open it is with the delight of a child, Wen Kexing kicking it closed behind him, a wide, bright grin crossing his features. )

Ah-Xu!

( He's immediately altering his course towards the other man who is half turned Wen Kexing's way. He doesn't stop when he gets there, instead he drapes himself over Zhou Zishu's back, bony chin pressing into his shoulder, a hand warm at his hip. He's probably pushing his luck, but also maybe not. Maybe he's just drunk enough to be daring. )

Ah-Xu, everyone is immensely boring, I'm not built for this. Make me a trophy wife before I get so frustrated I stab someone.