Jiang Cheng only looks vaguely miserable, which might be an improvement on his general mood more than half the time.

There's no stopping the scowl that settles on his face when he sees Wei Wuxian gallanting around and offering people alcohol, but he's also clearly not in the position to say no to it - not when he can reach out and take it, trying to keep his huffing under control. It's not as easy as it looks.

"You could always use a drink."

And he is still cursed with an idiot for a brother.