[ Sizhui reaches across what distance is between them and takes Jin Ling's hand. Just because. ]

I know. But he's not wrong to want to be your friend, A-Ling. Nor anything else. [ Calm, but certain. He understands, and knows that's not something he can give Jin Ling. Who he is isn't why he wanted to be his friend in the first place, but he had known.

Then his shoulders relax a little, and he nods. ]

It might depend on practices where he comes from and the occasion for the present, but that would make sense. You have something in mind?