Color rises to Wei Wuxian's cheeks. He's grown more used to high praises falling from Lan Zhan's lips, but at times he still struggles to believe himself worthy. But he can't deny that there's a light in Lan Zhan's eyes that wasn't there before, a softness in the way that he looks at him.

"I didn't know either," he answers, feeling a little foolish despite the warmth in Lan Zhan's smile. He could have had this so much sooner, he could have listened harder to the clamor within him that only quieted when Lan Zhan was near. He laughs a little, brushing their noses together. "I like this," he says, stretching before curling closer. "Let's hurry and finish this home."