Esen lets Ouyang do the ordering for him and relaxes, his eyes wandering over Ouyang and there's a longing that's more pronounced now that words have been said between them. It had always been there but it was something to be shoved aside and now it's like an open cavern between them. The truth somehow pushing them further apart Esen has decided. He's still happy to see him.

Though, he tilts his head as he reaches upon seeing a hint of bruise. He pulls at the edge of the fabric with no regard for personal space. "What's this?"