[ Dan Heng shakes his head, even as he follows suit, reaching for his own nightclothes—a simple white tee and black slacks—and leaving them nearby as he gets comfortable on the plush blanket, watching the tank for a moment longer before glancing back to the other. ]

It doesn't bother me. It used to, because I was scared you'd get close enough to figure me out. But... I've long given up hiding from you.

[ Aeons, he can only think about how stupid and sappy he's become as he reaches out, curling his fingers into the other man's. ]

I'm glad you enjoyed this, though. I was worried it would be too nerdy.