How very unhelpful --

He comes back to himself after an indeterminate amount of time. Some more time after that, he can indeed begin to go again. "Love you. Love you. Perfect, never letting go - mine -"

"Love you, yours, all yours, it could never be anyone else, love you so much." 

His.

They can do this as long as Wei Ying wants, however Wei Ying wants. As far as Lan Zhan is concerned, he never needs to do anything other than this ever again. Also it looks like the building around them has conveniently stopped being on fire all by itself, so they have plenty of time.

They have four years at least of lost time to make up for. He wants a lot. 

Eventually, though, much later, he collapses breathlessly against Lan Zhan and stretches and sighs and just snuggles up without immediately initiating anything again. 

"It's fun being the one who knows what he's doing," he giggles. 

He will initiate more clinging. So many snuggles.

"...we did this before? You?"

"What, you thought I'd been with someone else and you didn't growl in jealous rage?"

Well, no, he absolutely would have growled in jealous rage, it's just that Wangji had already resigned himself to a life of jealous rage. "But... when?"

"...Did A-Yuan not convince you to stay with us, after your 'just passing through' visit to Yiling?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, mine did. And the months between that and when everything went to hell were the happiest of that life." 

"Missed you so much."

Cling. He bundles him up and clings as tightly as possible. He's trembling, slightly.

With the famous Lan arm strength that is very tightly indeed. It hurts a little, not that Wei Ying is complaining; if he did that, Lan Zhan might hold him less tightly, and that would be awful. 

He softly begins to hum Wangxian. 

He clings and cries silently into Wei Ying's hair.

He reaches up to pet Lan Zhan's hair, disregarding how absolutely horrid it's become after several hours of rolling around on a floor covered in blood. "The other me was a fool, never saying anything and dying a virgin." 

"I never..." He kisses Wei Ying's forehead. "I thought you hated me. At the end. You became angry when I tried to tell you."

"When was this?"

"After Nightless City. When I hid you."

"Lan Zhan...I don't remember very much from back then, but everyone says I was in a really bad place. Shijie had just died. I don't think I wanted to hear anything from anybody."

"Mm."

"There was no other time."

"Fuck, I'm so sorry for doing that to you, Lan Zhan," he murmurs, burying his face against the other's neck. "--We have time now. We have all the time in the world now." 

"If you live. You must live."

"I'm not gonna die this time, Lan Zhan! Nobody's going to find out it was me who did all this, and with Wen Ruohan and his sons and anybody else who needs to die out of the way there won't have to be a Sunshot Campaign, and then I won't have to provoke the Jins to get Wen Ning and Wen Qing and A-Yuan and everyone else out of a horrible labor camp, and there'll be no reason for either of us to die." Cling. Nuzzle. "You aren't allowed to die either." 

"Jiang Wanyin knows."