The kiss settles any lingering worry, and he does, admittedly, feel warmer for it. Though that could also be partly due to the arms wrapped around him, solid and unwavering.

Wei Wuxian lets himself be led, despite how his lower-half is still soaked from the tub, his pants leaving a trail of little puddles all the way to their bed. He's not sure he dares sit, and leave a large peach-shaped spot on the bed, where he's been, so he squeezes Lan Zhan's hand instead, hesitating.

"Lan Zhan, you have way too many layers, and mine are all soggy," he laughs, "I suggest we get out of them, so I can throw myself at you properly."