Proko rolls his eyes. "You can do that anyway, baby, but I'm not gonna let you die in the kitchen."

He almost hates how fluttery he feels at the promise of seeing Jiang, imminently. He gets up to head downstairs.

"I don't work tonight, but I do tomorrow. You're gonna stay here, right? Until you have to go back? It's like a vacation, right?" He wants that to be true so bad he's aching. "I missed you."