It seems a fine line to walk, but one this Lan Wangji seems content to walk with him, and in the end, that's all that matters. He follows, drawn along by their clasped hands. The movement has an echo to it, and it feels like drawing new memories over the worry and panic of just days before.

He settles in at Lan Wangji's side, shoulder to shoulder, and puts thoughts aside, as requested. Wei Wuxian leans in close, resting his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder to watch him work.

"Hmmm," he drawls out as he watches Lan Zhan's bold strokes, drawing out the clear shape of a peony. He did say Wei Wuxian should be more demanding, so...

"Draw me, draw me," he grins, even if it's hard to see from this angle, "I want to see how I look to Lan Zhan!"