Jiang Cheng isn't good with words - he never has been - and there's an edge of discomfort as he tries to find the proper things to say. Wei Wuxian had made it sound so easy - which, in reality, was the opposite. It was difficult, baring himself, being emotionally vulnerable.

At least Xichen agrees, and the nod of his head softens some of the awkwardness clinging to him.

Breathing out a little, he pushes his tea to one side, swallowing back the strange discomfort before he looks over at Lan Xichen, his eyes a little wider. He didn't expect such comfort so quickly, and it makes his voice coming out a little haltingly, his voice low and soft as he musters some sort of response.

"It is not all that you want," he repeats, voice a little hoarse, before he breathes out a soft laugh. "I - I imagine that we're on the same page, then."