Lan Xichen sighs, closing his eyes against this onslaught of... what? He'd call it teenaged drama, except one of these men is decidedly old enough to know better. The other might be permanently hopeless, but it's too soon to tell.

"If I might make a suggestion?" He asks, though his tone is not that of a question. "Wei Wuxian has never been known for his self-serving nature. Is it beyond reason to think that he would not actually consider that you are interested in him unless you directly tell him so?"