Wei Ying's trembling as those warm, solid arms come around him, holding him tight. He leans back into it without thinking. He can't bear to push this away, not now. He feels like he's going to fall apart, and he lost the ability to push Lan Zhan away when he decided he wanted to keep Lan Zhan no matter what.

He needs this warmth, this strength, and he leans harder against that broad chest, letting most of his weight fall against Lan Zhan's body. His trembling grows worse, but he keeps his mouth shut and refuses to acknowledge it. The fingers of one hand curl gently around Lan Zhan's wrist, thumb caressing over the curve of bones beneath the skin.