"Lan Zhan," Wei Wuxian breathes as he clutches at him, nearly undone, and Hanguang-Jun is not a man who should ever be laid so low. He tugs at him until he's upright, climbing into his lap after to throw both arms around his neck. "It's alright," he says into his dark hair. "It's alright, it wasn't so long ago for you, but it was a lifetime ago for me. Don't be sorry. I love you, don't be sorry."