[whoops, he didn't choose a drink! that's alright though, he can always collect one later if he wants, because right now: he's far hungrier than he is thirsty, honestly. a lot of what wei wuxian brought for those choices look interesting too, so he'll have to give them a better look after awhile.]

Never, [he half-whispers with emphasis, giggling softly afterward.] Though, that's not a complaint, to be fair.

[not this time, no. not when he's so happy wei wuxian's still here beside him, collecting food to share, joking around like it's no big deal they could make a mess and sizhui would have to clean the bedsheets. if that isn't possible, surely the two of them could figure out a way to avoid lan wangji's sternness together. (hanguang-jun had excused his ridiculous crying after zhuque left, he'd understand his son and alternate universe soulmate mourning his loss for certain!)

he nods,] Mmn. The only way he would know is... if we told him when he came back. [since he knows that's a possibility but he won't hold his breath; lan wangji could come back and he could not, they must accept the former just as much as the latter.

initially, he decides on the sandwich, momentarily holding it in one hand while he reaches out with the other and gingerly touches his father's forearm, expression serious again.] I have to tell you, [just in case, before the man somehow disappears without sizhui being able to tell him,] I'm glad you're still here.