Jiang runs his fingers over Proko's back, following the slope of his spine. He's not sure he should ask if it was just talking and seeing, or if something went down, or where they're at. He wants to know. He wants Proko to own whatever he can.

"Good visits? We doin' good work?" He lifts his hands and ruffles his fingers into Proko's wet hair. "Things panning out how you want?"