It has been so long since he could think of Lan Zhan as his zhiji. After Qiongqi Path, after the Burial Mounds, he assumed those days were behind him -- for how could he ever trust Lan Zhan as wholeheartedly as he once did?

But Lan Zhan loves him. Lan Zhan has never meant him harm, this entire time. If he did not always understand Wei Wuxian, in the days they were both still alive... he does now. He seeks to continue understanding.

He knows him best of anyone.

A few strands of Lan Zhan's hair catch on the emblem tied to Wei Wuxian's wrist. Gently, he frees them to continue running his fingers through his hair.