...It is a good thing he's already dead, because otherwise Lan Zhan might kill him with this.

Wei Wuxian stills beneath the coverlet. Lan Zhan, are you sure, he almost says, Lan Zhan, would you offer if you knew --

He wets his lips and says nothing at all. Instead, cautiously, he edges close enough to do what is asked of him: rest his head back on Lan Zhan's shoulder, and let his eyes close once more.

(He's right, he admits. It is more comfortable.)