His breath rushes out at the gentle touch. Carefully, so as to disturb him as little as possible, Lan Wangji turns in the circle of Wei Ying's arms to put his own arms around him and bring him nearer.

He draws Wei Ying to him, pulling him gently around to settle him in his lap, Wei Ying's head still on his shoulder. He holds him close as he lowers his face to Wei Ying's hair, breathing in his scent, feeling his warmth, allowing himself to take comfort even as he tries to give it, as well.