Something in Jiang's chest swells for a second in that brief moment before Proko says anything and he realizes, as Proko answers, that he was desperately worried Proko might say it was just fucking. He doesn't move an inch.

Kavinsky rolls his eyes and heads back to the computer again, pulling up Netflix.

"You fuck in my bed, I better be invited, maĭka."

Jiang snorts, and buries the laugh in Proko's hair.