Proko sniffs hard, trying to hold back the sudden wash of feeling. He's not going to fucking cry in front of these two. Or anyone. But he feels the sting in his eyes and he pushes his brow against Kav's to acknowledge his promise, since he's pretty sure if he opens his mouth he might just sob.

When Kavinsky pulls back, Proko leans into Jiang, needing it after that rush of adrenaline. He manages a laugh. "Fuck you," he mumbles, but he's smiling. Relieved. "You've done shit in the back of my car."