[ The non-existent stain under Jin Ling's cloth suddenly becomes extremely important, and he starts scrubbing at it with renewed vigour, his face slowly turning redder by the second. ]

You--

How can you just say things like that out loud?? [ Grumbling to himself as he flushes even darker. ] For the record you definitely aren't terrible, at all, and if you say that again I will actually shake you, just--

Ugh, you can't say things like that, what am I supposed to do with that?? [ Just. Gonna aggressively attack this non-existent dirt, thanks.

His chest felt impossibly tight, a very stark mix of emotions that he can't really pull apart overwhelming him. ]

I- I like you too. Okay? Obviously. Why the hell else would I be here. [ He's going to die. ]

I just--

I would rather we didn't have some things in common. That's all.