[ There's a considering hum here as Wei Wuxian takes another bite of the brownie, taking the time to chew and just standing there, staring off at the people milling around across from them. They're a bit off to the side from the birdbucks now but there's a good amount of people in the area for it being so late at night. ]

I do. But it's not just wanting to make things. It's stuff like — memories too. Things I don't want to think about.

[ Agh, this really is just so awkward to explain for him. A vulnerability he doesn't like to show. ]

Don't you have things you don't want to think about?