[ Again, there is a deep feeling of gratitude when Harry doesn't bring attention to it - though he's starting to wonder if it's because the other boy is too used to being on the other side, too.

He's not sure he wants Harry to share this in common with him. Not sure he would wish this on anyone.

He sniffs once as he listens, blinking the tears back as he tried to find some semblance of balance. He didn't totally understand everything Harry told him, but that was okay. The point was that Harry was telling him a story at all - that he was offering Jin Ling this kindness, this distraction, when it would be far too easy to just carve a chunk out of him instead. Laugh at him.

Instead he offered pieces of himself, and Jin Ling's eyes glanced at the scar as it was barred. He wondered how many Harry had. ]

Your school sounds like an intense place. [ It would be wry if he wasn't quite so upset. As it was he just reached out with his free hand, aimlessly brushing over the claw mark before pulling Harry's clothes back into place over it. He needed better clothes. Idiot. That shirt was going to fall apart... ]

... There's no way you'd go to a ball dressed like this. [ Muttered. An attempt at a joke. A pause, and then-- ]

How can you fight dragons if your clothes would fall off you just by looking at you? You-- can't you take care of yourself for five minutes?

[ It was all coming out as a grumble, his brows starting to pinch as his fingers tightened into Harry's shirt. Harry was offering nothing but kindness and all Jin Ling could do in return was berate him. Idiot.

He swallowed, his face twisting miserably. ]

... Is that offer to join your world instead still open? I don't think fighting a dragon sounds too bad, compared.