"Ingress. My friend!" She'd grabbed Wei Wuxian's hand, and now, beaming -- and perhaps a little misty-eyed himself -- he tugs her off the barstool to drape his other arm around her. "I'm so glad I met you, too. I'm so happy this is how I'll spend my afterlife."

Wait. Wait a moment. Lan Zhan has a hand free, doesn't he?

...Lan Zhan does not have a hand free: he's still holding the remaining fraction of Wei Wuxian's drink. Interesting. With what he believes is a craftiness to rival the finest spies of the Great Sects, Wei Wuxian scoots his arm lower to circle Lan Zhan's waist.