Proko wants to wrap his arms around Jiang, but he doesn't; he allows himself to hold the front of his shirt but that's all.

They've been so careful, he doesn't want to fuck it up.

"C'mon," he murmurs, holding on to Jiang's shirt as he pulls back. They can walk slowly back to the locker rooms; Proko knows about how long it'll take for everyone to clear out. It's just a practice day so it won't be long.