"Hey, you're not, never willingly, I know that." All right, kissing is good. It means he doesn't have to look for words.

Then he cups Jingyi's face with both hands, taking his fill of looking at him directly. Because if he were to stare before, that would be considered strange, and so he had to take in normal looks, glances for him, even. And it wasn't enough.

"Let's go back to - to my room. I want to, at the very least, cuddle the breath out of you. And we can talk. And kiss. Or just cuddle and kiss. Or... um."

Sorry, he's still a bit coming to terms with the fact that the weird solitude while still among his loved ones is over. He's not dared to hope or think further than that. That doesn't mean that he doesn't want more.