He nods again. It's reassuring to think that, if it's strange of him to be in love with Claudius alone, it's a strangeness he shares with Lan Wangji. He glances back down at his drawing, where Lan Wangji holds Xiaoxue in the crook of one arm and lifts the other in a Christogram.

Half a year ago he can't imagine he would have found comfort in the idea of being like Lan Wangji. Now he's pleased by the symmetry between them.