[ It is such a relief to hear that Wei Wuxian hasn't been going around offering because he feels that he needs to. Even better that this has been the only time, and a quiet admission lets him know that what happened in that game was not an entirely regretful or uncomfortable experience. The tension Lan Wangji was holding begins to taper off little by little, and after a moment he decides to turn and face his friend, the arm still tucked underneath him rising to support the back of Wei Wuxian's head as his other reaches across his own body to rest on a hip, to keep him in place while he moves.

Important conversations should take place face to face, that is what he has always been taught, and it doesn't matter if it's too dark to actually see, meaning it doesn't matter if he still keeps Wei Wuxian's face pressed into the crook of his neck. This is important, a conversation to clear the air which is long past due. ]

Mn. But you must come to me in return, if it is needed.

[ Their problems must be faced together, here as they are back home. And since they are actually, finally talking about what happened before— ]

We were... not in control of ourselves before. That does not mean I found it unpleasant.