"Yep," says Shen Yuan, happily. He's not unaware of the turmoil rolling off Binghe in waves, but he is getting kind of used to it—every time Shen Yuan does anything new and remotely nice, he gets like this. It tends to unbalance him before he can fully accept it, even when it's something this minor. He leans up to kiss Binghe on the cheek. "I'm really glad you were born," he says, which is the way he can say it while crediting Airplane the least.