Lan Zhan squeezes him hard enough to make his bones creak, but Wei Wuxian only gives a soft laugh, turning his cheek against Lan Zhan's shoulder. "Home," he agrees, chest suddenly tight with it. Of course he can't expect Lan Zhan to sleep on straw every night, but at least this one can be theirs, and the promise of many more to come.

"I'm sorry it took so long," he says. "If it hadn't been for the shadow demons, we might have had this weeks ago."