Shen Yuan reaches up to undo his bun so his hair uncoils, tacitly inviting Sagramore to do whatever. "I do, pretty much, here," he says. "I can hold hands with my other friends, and obviously we do bro stuff,¹ and Luo Binghe—" he cuts himself off, going pink.

¹ Like hugs, and cuddling, and napping together, and handjobs. All of these are equally platonic.