It felt like it was either much more complicated than he was making it out to be, or much less. Lan Wangji was Lan Wangji, and it was silly to expect either of their feelings to change. He lets himself be swept up in the other's arms and only fidgets so he doesn't accidentally crease the new drawing. Wei Wuxian returns it, if softly, fingers clinging to the fabric of Lan Wangji's robe.

"Of course not. I might not have the best memory," he nods, "but I couldn't forget my Lan Zhan. We're lucky, I think, to be able to be friends, to even have a chance to meet."

He laughs a little, because he always has to lighten the mood, "besides, it's hard enough to handle just one Wei Wuxian. Could you really handle two?"