[ When Lan Wangji lets go, there's a curious noise from Wei Wuxian, instinctively wanting his touch back. He tilts his head up to look up at Lan Wangji in the dark but all he can see is the tight line of his jaw so he drops his head back to pressing it against his throat, nose tucked against his skin and hot breath ghosting over Lan Wangji's throat.

He cuddles closer, wanting to be held, wanting to hold, and sighs quietly against him as his arm settles against his chest, curling fingers against the opposite shoulder than the one he's pillowed against. The noises continue and he can tell that Lan Wangji is still not asleep, though neither is he, and he wonders if he should make conversation. Distract him, a little bit. His eyes close and his voice comes, a little sleepy as he rubs his nose against Lan Wangji's throat. ]

Mmm. Wonder if they're other guests like us or the normal guests. Probably good that they're enjoying themselves. Don't wanna turn into stone, ya know?

[ Actually, he doesn't know if Lan Wangji knows that part yet. Whoops. ]