He wants to thank Wei Ying. He wants to reach down and pull out things he's never said aloud. He wants to invent new words to say how much he loves him but he cannot, he can't quite do any of it how he wants. He cannot express himself as Wei Ying is able and he finds himself so overcome that he gathers Wei Ying even closer, tucking his face against Wei Ying's neck.

"Love Wei Ying," he murmurs, still careful of his side but badly wanting to just burrow in. He wants to prevent anything from ever touching Wei Ying, ever again.

"Wei Ying is good at this. Good at being a partner."