Proko leans to meet the kiss, humming quietly against Jiang's mouth. Then he gives him a light shove. "I need something to clean my face, man. Or else my eyelashes are gonna glue shut."

Never mind that Jiang had actually been quite polite in not streaking come across his eyes. Prokopenko didn't seem in a particular hurry to go anywhere.

He wonders if Jiang would say anything if he just... doesn't.