Shen Yuan pulls him closer. He tries to tangle their legs together, but realizes Binghe is lying on top of his sheets, rather than under them, and sits up to rearrange them, grumbling, moving Binghe's limbs and the sheets with the same demanding hands. He tugs the covers up over Binghe's side so he's snug and comfortable, then flops back again to curl into Binghe's chest.

"I want to take you back," he insists, eyes closed tight. "Not—not right now. Obviously." This last is derisive, an implied, since I'm such a mess. "But–eventually, I really want to show you, I—" his voice gets thick, again, without his permission. "I wish I could introduce you to my family."