Naturally, Lan Wangji meets his gaze. The tension is still there; he suspects he will never learn to soothe every bit of his tension when he thinks of Luo Binghe. The memory of Claudius' drawn face is stark, and that of how he tried to smooth over the desperation of his request for Lan Wangji's assistance. But he is more accustomed to this anger now, and better at carrying it.