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Wei Wuxian leans his head against Lan Zhan's, closing his eyes in contentment. Lan Zhan is a heavy but comfortable weight, sitting slightly perpendicular in his lap so that no crushing is happening. The scent of sandalwood is the same as ever, filling Wei Wuxian's nose until he can smell nothing but his husband.
He remembers when they were younger. When Lan Zhan was, though perfect in every other way, still hesitant to "make" Wei Wuxian care for him the way he cared for Wei Wuxian. As if cuddling Lan Zhan has ever been, or will ever be, or could ever be in a hundred thousand years, a hardship.
There's a joke there that Wei Wuxian's not going to make, if only because they're not young anymore. And sitting in Lan Zhan's lap is their granddaughter, conked out after a long afternoon of having to deal with her baby brother crying his head off.
It's okay. He'll make the joke later, once the Jingshi is free of the rest of their family. For now, Wei Wuxian tightens his hold on his husband, rocking them side to side gently as Lan Zhan watches over their other grandchildren, playing by the lotus pond with their aunt and uncle. For now, he'll just exist in, and enjoy, this moment.