[ The hug is warm and solid and enough for Wei Wuxian to relax into it. He sinks against Lan Wangji's body and closes his eyes, just letting the scent of sandalwood fill his nose and the warmth permeate his skin. This is what he needed, some sort of physical reassurance that the person he cares for the most is still here, still solid, still with him.
He mumbles against him, voice coming quietly. ]
I'm tired.
[ He nuzzles his face in against him and considers what else he's feeling, what else he wants to say.
Does he want to talk about how one of their last interactions was during his paranoid fever when he embarrassed himself so thoroughly? Or how Neuvillette was the first person here he had sex with, and helped him in his own way. That he was, admittedly, a crutch for Wei Wuxian when Lan Wangji wasn't here, a comforting presence and personality type for Wei Wuxian to lean against.
He's not sure. He's having a hard time picking any of it, so he just hugs Lan Wangji harder, like he wants to crawl inside of him and never come out. ]
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He mumbles against him, voice coming quietly. ]
I'm tired.
[ He nuzzles his face in against him and considers what else he's feeling, what else he wants to say.
Does he want to talk about how one of their last interactions was during his paranoid fever when he embarrassed himself so thoroughly? Or how Neuvillette was the first person here he had sex with, and helped him in his own way. That he was, admittedly, a crutch for Wei Wuxian when Lan Wangji wasn't here, a comforting presence and personality type for Wei Wuxian to lean against.
He's not sure. He's having a hard time picking any of it, so he just hugs Lan Wangji harder, like he wants to crawl inside of him and never come out. ]