He squints, muzzily, studying Lan Zhan a moment longer. "All right," he says at last, and pats him on the cheek before dropping his hands. "Good."

(Also, Wei Wuxian has dimly realized that Lan Zhan wouldn't have been able to hold him and Ingress upright if he were drunk as well. So... that's definitely good! Lovely, helpful, very much sober Lan Zhan. Good.)

"But it was excellent, wasn't it?" he goes on, the worry melting away as fast as it arrived. "I can't think of anything better. Not even Emperor's Smile. Which I can't believe I'm saying! But it's true, Lan Zhan, I almost wish it wasn't so strong so I could drink it more often."