Shen Yuan watches all of this with a helpless little smile, though he breaks it at one point to give Xin Mo a sidelong, worried glance. It radiates malice at him, while still managing to look really really cool.

Still, when Binghe joins him on the bed he relaxes, slipping an arm around his back and another around his front, letting his head rest against Binghe's chest, above that incredibly funny slogan--in any other mood he would be cracking up about it, but now it just makes him grumpy that Airplane missed Binghe in fucking live, laugh, love apparel.

"Hi," he sighs, squeezing him, though in this position he's less holding him and more making a silent demand to be held.