It doesn't feel like enough, even as Lan Zhan holds him close. It's hard not to feel like he's failed, despite his protests, and Lan Zhan was the one wronged, yet he's the first one to offer comfort. He can't help thinking it isn't right.

Wei Wuxian lets himself take what comfort is given, resting his head on Lan Zhan's shoulder. He hadn't thought it would be such a complicated mess. Time spent with the other Lan Wangji had always been fairly innocent; drawing pictures of their home worlds in the library together to talk about the differences between them, or sharing a meal to catch up on their experiences here. He could understand why the man might have overstepped when he was upset and grieving, wishing for his Wei Wuxian to be there. He felt more and more certain that it was just this body; whatever happenstance had led to him being able to keep his old appearance where the other Wei Wuxian had not, perhaps that was enough reason.

"I can't take away what's done, but if there's anything I can do to fix it, you'll let me, won't you?"