Lan Zhan would never repeat himself frivolously, of course, but the significance is harder to tie down, stubbornly refuses to resolve as some of his desperation becomes infectious. He may have forgotten his ribbon but the impropriety of it being lost to the ground is just one of many nagging wrongs pulling at Wei Wuxian's attention, like the searching, imploring look in his eyes, nothing here Wei Wuxian can resolve. All he can do is be gripped just as helplessly, stare back full of uncertainty.

"Don't remember...?" He trails off, but less a prompt and more like he's afraid to voice a growing suspicion. Home is understandably too recent perhaps. A fight can be forgotten and perhaps even should be, if there's injury. What else doesn't he remember? If Wei Wuxian understood there was any fear of judgment in him, he would exercise more care, but just understanding at all what this means is already an unwieldy thing, and he can't really restrain himself or his thoughts. With unconscious incredulity, Wei Wuxian looks back, points to himself, a little hesitant. "You remember me," with some force, like he's arguing. He does, right? Or why would he let himself be led away? But even as he thinks it, worse questions set in.