It isn't, as it happens, the first time he's offered himself as comfort to someone who would rather have someone else, and he isn't offended by the idea. He keeps one hand at Luo Binghe's waist, buries the other in his hair, and kisses him with none of the yielding of the time before; he kisses him as if he were Laertes, as if he had no other task now than to be kissed and taken care of.