The sounds he make wobble in the awkward, horrible space between sobs and laughter. Lan Zhan has said Wei Wuxian will not hurt him, but he still cannot make himself cling too tightly. At least he knows where it is safe to put his arms, more or less: he has mapped the fresh bruises and wounds well enough.

"I love you." He winds one hand into Lan Zhan's hair. "We are here."