Jiang gives Kavinsky one single, silent blessing for that time they all went out to the old mines and practiced shotgunning. He thanks Proko's boldness back then, laughing and rolling his eyes at Skov's sneer about it; he thanks that nobody questioned when he lingered, just a little bit, on each shared hit.

He holds the bong out of the way and takes the hit from Proko, and then kisses him, slow and deep, filthy. All scraping teeth and tongue.