"Yes, you," the menace that is Wei Wuxian, with Jiang Cheng giving him a sour, irritable look as he settles. They're more comfortable, at least, that the scowl is something almost gentle, almost too familiar - it's the kind of thing that comes from idle brotherly irritation rather than real hatred or want to push too far.

They're getting better. It will never be perfect, but they are repairing things. Isn't that enough for them, given how much they have lost already? There's no going back, but they can move forward.

It has to be enough.

"So you're filling gaps wherever they are," he nods. At least he's being useful, which might be more than Jiang Cheng has been doing. He feels a little adrift at the moment, his mind more concerned with Madoka and her knowledge, the realities of the train, than he is with taking part in this mission.

He looks back over after a breath.

"No, of course not." He drinks, quickly. "Are they ever?"