Wei Wuxian reaches for him this time, returning the kiss with desperation. He still doesn't believe that he's the true subject of all this devotion, but he's ready to start reaching for it. The brand on his chest that he'd forgotten because it meant nothing to him, it's the mate to the one on Lan Zhan's chest. He doesn't know what that means, but it's not something he can deny. Wherever they're from in the human world, something marked them the same way.

"Lan Zhan," he murmurs, soft and breathless when the kiss breaks for a moment. He licks his lips, tasting the lingering traces of the kiss. "Okay. So maybe there's a chance that I'm the one you love." He rolls his eyes as he says it, intentionally overdramatic, and then pretends to pout about being proved wrong. It's a much gentler joking around than his earlier mocking defense, and this time the joke is at his own expense.