[ Wei Wuxian makes a face and gives a shake of his head, not sure how to explain it either. It's just... difficult for his thoughts to slow down, to not think about everything all the time forever, and sometimes the alcohol helps.

But he's not sure he wants to explain that to Xue Yang. He takes a bite of his brownie instead, giving himself time to chew as he thinks about it. In the end, he does decide to share a bit, and it's probably that wine making him a bit loose tongued. ]

Aiyaaa, sometimes the thoughts just — they don't slow down, you know? Too many things I want to do, see, learn. Nothing to do with the ghosts.

[ He shrugs, trying to play it off as nothing, though he does feel a little embarrassed having giving it voice. ]