It seems silly, carrying on a conversation so close they can feel one another's breath on their skin, but he can't bring himself to step away, enjoying this small comfort too much. He can feel Lan Zhan's body heat, everywhere they touch, and if he thinks Wei Wuxian is put off by the changes to his appearance, he's absolutely mistaken.

"Lan Zhan, I know I make it hard to get a word in sometimes, and... I can't tell you how to feel or anything, but I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to me, you know?" Wei Wuxian's eyes flick up to meet Lan Wangji's inhuman golden ones without flinching. He knows it's two-faced to ask that and not give the same in return, but he's trying. At least, it feels that way. And the number of secrets between them seems to be diminishing. Besides, that's been at the heart of it, every time, hasn't it? Trying to guess at what's in the other's heart, rather than speaking it clearly.

"But," he smiles, a hand resting softly on Lan Zhan's neck, thumb stroking the curve of his jaw, "there are things I'd much rather be talking about."

He presses a kiss to the corner of Lan Zhan's lips, "like how handsome my husband is. And how much I want to kiss him right now."