The tension flows out of him as Lan Zhan anchors them together. He manages a nod, small enough not to disturb Lan Zhan's touch, and leans until their foreheads meet.
"And you are my Lan Zhan." He quirks a smile. "Who is welcome to comb my hair in the morning, when we are forced to be presentable to the world again."
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Date: 2020-10-21 11:01 pm (UTC)"And you are my Lan Zhan." He quirks a smile. "Who is welcome to comb my hair in the morning, when we are forced to be presentable to the world again."