He hates to make Lan Zhan abandon his bowl, but Wei Wuxian is just as happy to lean against him as he examines his work. Lan Zhan sounds as touched as he'd hoped for, and he smiles through the kiss to his hair.

"It is your home," he says. "I don't agree with every rule, but I know that you were content there for a very long time. I don't want want you to give it up. Well," Wei Wuxian amends. "Some things must go. Like ignoring birthdays."

He looks back to the drawing. "I haven't painted much. Do you think Asgard has supplies for me to practice with?"