There's no need for thank you, no need for I'm sorry, no need to tell Lan Wangji how brave he's been or how much he's borne up to this moment. It's enough to bear it with him. There's no need to count the favors between them -- something Claudius has long accepted, but at last understands. Holding Lan Wangji, he's also held. Bloody hands and all, he runs his thumb in soothing circles along the edge of Lan Wangji's palm, and by it soothes himself. "Thy stolen memories," he murmurs. "Have they returned?"