[that wasn't what he asked for but in a way it also works. he wiggles one arm out from underneath them and rests it on the back of Lan Wangji's head. with uncharacteristic hesitance he starts running his fingers through Lan Wangji's hair, stopping every so often to pull out an undiscovered leaf or feather from his chicken-thieving adventures]

Lan Zhan, I want to know another secret. You can't fall asleep until you answer my question.