Shen Yuan blinks himself out of thinking about the one other time anyone had expressed interest in him¹ and runs the hand not in Binghe's hair down his spine, trying to soothe some of the obvious tension from his shoulders. "Sweetheart. It's okay. I'm okay." He presses a kiss to Binghe's hairline. "It's like you said. I can live with it, clearly."

¹ That's right, we are once again referring to Shen Yuan's Only Pre-Canon Kiss in the vaguest possible terms. Maybe one day he'll actually tell this story.