He longs for death.
At the same time, though, he - missed even this, the chattering and the nagging and the thoughtless flirting that makes Wangji want to drown himself in the cold spring before he catches on fire. As terrifying and uncomfortable as it all is, he's still pathetically grateful. Wei Ying can spend all the time he wants making fun of Wangji and thinking that Wangji hates him and throwing extremely loud, chaotic wrenches into all of Wangji's plans as long as he fucking lives.
And Wangji doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know how to keep Wei Ying alive, he didn't know last time and now he still doesn't know, and maybe Nie Huaisang was right that keeping him away from trouble was impossible and even unhelpful.
...maybe it's acceptable for Wei Ying to come along this once. Wei Ying never had a problem being around the Yin Iron, really; whatever went wrong wasn't specifically that. And he really... really doesn't want to send Wei Ying away.
Later. He'll send him away later. Wangji is going to kill Wen Chao and take care of that fucking turtle all by himself and then everything will be fine.