Hugs are better and feel good to him. He just wants to hold Wei Ying in his arms. He's a comfortable chin rest. When he finally surrenders, he slowly unwinds and lets him go, arms at his sides.

"Mn. Good. Wei Ying isn't hurt. I was worried, but I'm not good at pretending."

He slowly nods, and looks at his pale neck, and gently touches it with a brush just to be sure Wei Wuxian is all right and breathing. "I shouldn't have done that." Still guilty. "Never want to hurt Wei Ying."