They're attracting notice now. It's only natural, given the situation appears to be a dangerous metahuman holding his struggling lover hostage. As lawless as the Underground may be, attracting attention at all is dangerous when someone's on the run wih armed pursuers on their trail.

But Wei Ying's not quite himself when he uses his power this often or extensively. He stares blankly at Lan Zhan, stonefaced with dilated pupils. He's already losing awareness of time, his detachment from their surroundings growing.

The more Lan Zhan fights to free himself, the more the hands tighten their grip.

"....Lan Zhan, who told you where to find me? I didn't think to ask before."

There's an unsettling edge to his voice, an underlying hint of instability. Human minds were not meant to endure a connection this strong to darkness.