[Wei Wuxian is often, if not always coy in his flirtation, though his hesitation this time is less tease and more feeling something amiss. It didn't seem like the conversation ought to have gone so easily, but was he really upset that things weren't difficult? What kind of logic was that?
Normally, he'd throw in a snappy retort, joke about how cold Lan Zhan had been to him in their youth or how he'd convinced himself Lan Zhan was infatuated with Mianmian instead. Now, he crawls a little closer, not quite climbing into Lan Zhan's lap, but just outside it, leaning forward and resting his hands on Lan Zhan's thighs before he leans in for a kiss.]
A late start is better than none at all.
[He breathes lightly as he pulls back, eyes searching, a shade more vulnerable than his usual boisterous front.]
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Normally, he'd throw in a snappy retort, joke about how cold Lan Zhan had been to him in their youth or how he'd convinced himself Lan Zhan was infatuated with Mianmian instead. Now, he crawls a little closer, not quite climbing into Lan Zhan's lap, but just outside it, leaning forward and resting his hands on Lan Zhan's thighs before he leans in for a kiss.]
A late start is better than none at all.
[He breathes lightly as he pulls back, eyes searching, a shade more vulnerable than his usual boisterous front.]