"Doesn't need to be," he murmurs. "I mean, even this looks good. I just miss it."

Proko looks down between them, brushes his fingers lightly over Jiang's chest. "I started saving up for surgery and stuff," he admits. It's slow going, but he's been working on it. The nest egg he has is strictly for emergencies now, or helping to pay rent or utilities in the event he comes up short for any reason. Or if Jiang needs something. "Been looking for a doctor. And insurance."