Pran flies out to Singapore, and Pat misses him. Terribly.

After sticking a chip into his mouth, Pat curls up close to Pran on the couch and asks, “Now that we’re behind the curtain, can we kiss as Pat and Pran?” (An extended Lays ad)

Pat really is the only thing that matters.

Pran finds out the truth about Pat.

It’s not that endearing that Pran likes exactly three wontons with his noodles, but Pat finds a lot of random things about Pran endearing anyway.

Pran rolls his eyes again. “Are we doing this or not? My parents are only going to be gone for so long.”

“We are,” Pat says, and begins taking his shirt off. “You know, I didn’t really think about it before, but fucking you in your childhood bedroom… I should’ve had this fantasy a long time ago.”

Pat is a loud eater.

Lan Zhan picks up the joint from the ashtray at his bedside and lights it in his mouth. Wei Ying turns at the sound of the click of the lighter and brightens. “Gimme,” he says, as Lan Zhan takes his pull.

Lan Zhan hands it over, mesmerized as Wei Ying drags through the cherry, eyes heavy and hazing over as he exhales. “There,” he says, and then sticks the joint back into Lan Zhan’s mouth. “All yours.”

Lan Wangji loves every moment he spends with Wei Wuxian, and yet cannot help looking forward to each one that will come.

與你生同一個衾，死同一個槨。(我儂詞, 管道昇)

Wei Ying gestures to his outfit. His hands are buried deep within the hoodie; he’s mostly gesturing with the sleeves. “Well, it works with the whole get up, you see?”

“The…” Lan Zhan looks down at where his fingers are toying with the top of Wei Ying’s thigh highs. Wei Ying pretends he is not shivering. “…skirt. And these stockings.”

“Thigh highs, Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying says, batting at him with the end of a sleeve.