Wei Wuxian holds still while Lan Wangji bends over him, used to the rush of warmth that ever accompanies such close proximity, but smiling for it all the same. "I should hope not," he teases, "Wei Wuxian is a singular man. Who could compare?"

Laughing, he nudges Wangji's shoulder with his own. "There are friends, there are close friends, there is family and there are soulmates. Many words."