"I will give it back to you," Wei Wuxian promises. He knows Lan Zhan has difficulty doing nice things for himself, and he knows why, just as he knows that he won't stand for it and will make Lan Zhan happy every single day that he's allowed the privilege.

But Lan Zhan's finger is moving now, a motion and a rhythm that his body seems to instinctively understand. It still doesn't feel good, but even so, Wei Wuxian wants more of it, intrigued by the edge of something unknown that he craves despite its mystery. "Lan Zhan," he breathes, "I like this."