"Okay!" Jasin isn't giving him much to work with, but that's alright. Shen Qingqiu will just—come up with something, and show him, and if it sucks they'll never have to speak of it ever again, or of anything else, because humiliating himself in front of a handsome and talented musician feels, right now, while he's gay, like it would be a death sentence. He'll just—go live in the woods and hopefully by then Binghe will like him enough to sometimes bring him snacks. "Thank you for humoring me. I'll come find you when I have some, like, character designs and stuff."