[his name is stuck in his throat, to the point that he can't bring himself to say any other one he has and it comes out as a garbled noise of distress. he presses one hand over the bite and uses the other to wipe the wetness from his face. whether it's water or tears doesn't change the fact that Lan Wangji looks upset]

--It didn't hurt, did it? I won't do it again, just say you don't like it and that's enough.