"You don't have to sit on the floor like a dog," Huaisang says after a bit with a brusqueness eerily reminiscent of Nie Mingjue. "There's plenty of room on the bed beside me."

He's aware that he's sending mixed signals but he can't help it. He hasn't been able to firmly wrangle his emotions back under control since their conversation earlier and he's simply too worn out to put a whole lot of effort into it now.