Proko rolls his eyes and lazily kicks at Jiang. "Asshole," he mumbles, utterly fond. He shimmies back into his pants; he's going to need to clean the fuck out of them after this but whatever.

He pulls his shirt back on without his binder and kind of cuddles up close to Jiang, right there on the floor of the theater. "Think Kav'd be pissed if we were here when he gets back?"