Lan Zhan hasn't tried to pull back, hasn't tried to break the distance between them, and he takes that as a good sign, his hands caressing Lan Wangji's gently as he holds it. Wei Wuxian draws it closer, against his cheek, trying to encourage, to make sure Lan Zhan knows how much he wants this, wants him.

It wasn't as if this was a moral dilemma he ever thought he'd be facing, wondering whether or not he ought to be in competition with himself, more or less. Or making his husband feel like he was in some sort of competition with his other self. If Lan Zhan knew such things because he was close to his soul-twin, just as he'd grown to be friends with the other Lan Wangji. He might have once felt jealous, but seeing how Lan Zhan's soul-twin had been so devastated without the one he loved the most, he knew he'd want his own soul-twin to help mend that wound, to show his Lan Zhan comfort, in whatever form he needed it.

"And Lan Zhan?" he glances up, a small knot of worry between his brows, "How do you feel?"