"Ah, Christ--" Luo Binghe hasn't particularly impressed him as a man who wants to be pulled into an embrace when he's sad, like Shen Qingqiu, but that is Sagramore's first line of action against sad fellows. So he does the other thing he's inexorably drawn to do, and pushes himself off the arm of the couch so he can lean over and tuck Luo Binghe's wild hair behind his ear. "Aye, give him time, he's young-- you're both young. It's miserable now, but it'll improve."