As if he isn't already half-way there, given his experiences with the matchmaker and Wen Qing. None of those things have made him feel as though he has any particular chances in the future.

All the same, he shoves his brother gently and moves to slump down, settling with a huff.

"One of them gave me this," he tugs at a little charm on his belt, fingers brushing over it gently before he sighs. "I see the other one less. It is easier to adjust to a strange world without your uncle breathing down your neck, I'm sure. I am just here when they need me."

When he's needed, which is rare. He misses being home, misses having work to do, something to manage, work to do. It makes him feel particularly useless here, adrift and weightless.

"But I am here. It's better than not being here."