Wei Wuxian goes still at that address. He's been learning how to respond naturally to embraces, without expecting some hidden violence involved, emotionally or physically. He was wrong in this case, but in the better ways, when his arms circle and hug Sizhui far less firmly, far more like someone holding something precious and breakable.

"A-Die, is it?" If his voice cracks on that, forgive him. "Who gave you such a sweet tongue, ah, a-Yuan?"

His hugs have spontaneously gone fragile, but that's fine, he's having an emotion.