[He leans forward, compliant for once, and gathers his hair over his shoulder so Lan Zhan can wash his back more easily. The words are enough to make him smile childishly, even if Lan Zhan can't see it. He can't remember the last time he was someone's favorite anything, and it makes him feel a warmth in his chest that's only partly due to the alcohol.]
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Even when I'm annoying?