[He presses a single, soft kiss against the side of Chuuya's face, hands continuing their upward climb until they can hook over his shoulders and rest there, holding him close.]

I said I like you, didn't I? Your heart is lovely and too big - you're good, you know? So good! [Too good, which is the problem.

There's a light little sigh; he buries his nose into Chuuya's hair, murmurs against his ear:] I want to stay - at least a little longer, I want to stay here.

[This boy is the MASTER OF MIXED MESSAGES can't believe Chuuya is getting a taste of what Lan Zhan had to deal with for two whole decades.]