Solid. Real.

Need made form.

Wuxian hears the call as if through water. Head twitching, turning slightly towards Wangji.

It takes effort. More effort than he thought he still had energy for. But after a moment, he manages to grab Wangji's wrist with his free hand, trembling from head to toe as he tries to hold on.

But gradually, the wind dies down. The shadows slink back to Wei Wuxian. Back into him.

The tears haven't stopped. His chest continues to heave with silent sobs.

...But he's still here.

Because Lan Zhan asked.