He's starting to get used to this, being called beautiful, being valued. After so many years of being called a good-for-nothing, it's been hard to shake but this steady drip of love and affection has gone a long way to healing some of the damage. He twines his fingers with his lover's, just focusing on the comforting warmth of his body against his. Back when they were much younger, just laying together like this as friends had helped a lot, too.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, giving Ziyao's hand a squeeze. "I'm glad we learned and went through with this."

For a moment, he turns a little shy, turning to bury his face against Ziyao's neck.

"I'm happy with you... For a long time, I didn't we'd ever be like this again. I'm glad I was wrong."