Wen Ning spends most of the trip with his arms crossed in front of him, his empty gaze cast downward. At a couple points he nods off, eyes slipping shut until some movement of the train jerks him awake again. At those points he'll glance around briefly, making sure there's no danger nearby, before relaxing again.

At some point he slips sideways, and he's in a deep enough sleep that he doesn't register his head coming to rest on Lan Wangji's shoulder.