"Mmhm." After a tender moment of having their heads pressed together, Proko kind of slides off to the side. He pushes his hair back, lazy and boneless.

"Should go shower," he says. "Get you out of all this. Get your shit upstairs and put away."

He's got plenty of Jiang's clothes, since he hadn't exactly needed a lot of civvies in his first year. But he wants him to unpack. He wants it to feel like Jiang is staying.