[...cups his face in both hands for a moment, watching him, that scrutiny again. the sensation of Lan Wangji thinking and feeling his way through something is strange, that of a man building an idea like an image with cool marble tiles or heavy shapes of jade; not unpleasant but perhaps unsettling. a methodical artisan, gentler than the slow weighted slide of smooth stone would imply.

...he shifts one hand back to Wei Wuxian's hair and leaves the other softly pressed against his cheek, after a few moments of that, turning his eyes away with a faint exhale as if he's aware it's a release]