Hearing his own pathetic counsel repeated back to him is depressing. Shen Yuan should not have to live like Luo Binghe: consumed by pain, and only able to make choices based on whatever seems likely to reduce it for a moment. But there is no benefit to worrying him, so Luo Binghe allows himself to relax into Shen Yuan's touch. "Mm. It's late, you should still sleep more. I can make sure it is restful and dreamless, as I said." He draws back from Shen Yuan's chest just far enough to peek up at him. "Or I could manifest your Bulbasaur, if you want."