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[strikingchords]

[...relaxes faintly and squeezes his hand...]

You must get warm.

[laughitoff]

Aren’t you cold at all? Lan Zhan.

[huddles further in on himself]

[strikingchords]

[pauses to consider this, then tugs at the corner of a blanket]

May I?

[laughitoff]

It’s your bed.

[strikingchords]

[nods, and... shifts to draw his legs to one side and tug the blanket up, so they're both under the covers, instead of taking one of the blankets back

the answer to "are you cold" is "he's very warm, objectively, however he might subjectively feel"]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian worms a little closer, perhaps not even aware he’s doing it]

[strikingchords]

[Lan Wangji, on the other hand, holds out for about two seconds before just

putting an arm around him and holding him properly, fuck it

it's genuinely more comfortable than sitting awkwardly touching-but-not-touching under a blanket, if Wei Wuxian wants some thin excuse for it; he's not even trying on his own behalf]

[laughitoff]

[he holds very still for a little stretch of silence, like he thinks Lan Wangji will realize he made a mistake and let go again…]

[strikingchords]

[THAT COMMON MISTAKE OF PUTTING YOUR ARM AROUND SOMEONE WHILE THEY CURL UP AGAINST YOUR SIDE AND CHEST

he doesn't move. Wei Wuxian can feel a lock of his hair brushing his cheek, silk-smooth, and hear the faint thump of the nameless rabbit investigating something across the room. it smells strongly of sandalwood in here now, for some reason.]

[laughitoff]

[it’s a good smell. calming. he likes it.

…he finally heaves a big sigh of it and curls up in a very particular way in Lan Wangji’s arm, tight on himself like a small animal conserving heat, tail tucking up over himself]

[strikingchords]

[...that's familiar, now.

strokes his ears and doesn't say anything. very quiet.

it's very warm between the pile of blankets and Lan Wangji's side.]

[laughitoff]

[Wei Wuxian relaxes enough to doze, eventually, a second tail adding itself to the warm soft pile]

[strikingchords]

[later, Lan Wangji might brush his horrible damp hair.

he can loll under the covers and ease between dozing and messing around with his phone or a book or notes from Lan Wangji's dresser-desk for a couple more hours at least, before they get roused by a call for help and have to stage a rescue.]