Huaisang frowns with genuine worry, easy to make it translate as empathy for his friend. He leans in also, more invested now in what 'Holland' has to say. Despite having disdained the offered hand a moment ago, now he reaches out himself, light fingers resting on Holland's knee. Closer in, his breath smells like the strong baijiu liquor he's drinking, with some sweetness from the dessert table he's been liberally sampling. "What? What's going on? Is he going to be okay? Did he do something?"