Your laugh is his favorite sound in all of the galaxies, he’s convinced. The way your cheeks apple, the lovely blush that graces your skin. He could stare at you for days on end.

Though, right now, that very same laugh has a tight feeling knotting in his chest. He watches you sit with Dan Heng, reading over the book you’ve purchased.

Dan Heng is smiling. You’re smiling.

You’re sitting close to him, similar to how the two of you often sit when enjoying each other’s company.

He shouldn’t feel this way, he’s aware.

But he just can’t help it.