He didn't resist the notebook and pen being taken. He had no ideas to write anyways, it was empty, painfully so.

He kept his eyes on Lan Jingyi, stubbornness giving way little by little. Taiki could be stubborn when he needed to be, his will was such that he had stared down a Toutetsu for a whole day.

But he never found it easy when it was himself he was fighting for and so his eyes dropped, staring at his hands.