A full-body shiver zips through Wei Wuxian as Lan Zhan scrapes the comb against his scalp. It would be so easy to lean back against him, every limb unknotted, and forget everything except the feel of Lan Zhan's diligent hands at his hair.

It would also make it a lot more difficult for Lan Zhan to keep combing his hair, so he forces himself to stay upright -- though he is visibly looser than he was before, every breath long and slow.