He waits for a while, for Lan Wangji to tell him something he wants him to do next, or bring up the next topic, but time stretches on, quiet, its pace unhurried, and Galahad begins to understand that there isn't something next. He only needs to sit here, with a rabbit in his lap, and sometimes hold out his hand without having to speak so Lan Wangji will put a little more watercress in it for Danding. It's like being with Claudius in their room -- they can each work on their own projects, Claudius writing in his dossier, Galahad sketching him while he works, and not need to say anything.

He wants to thank Lan Wangji again, but he doesn't have to.

He's not completely sure, but he thinks he's made another friend.