[ titus leans into yan qing's hand with an appreciative huff. ah, his eyes feel all puffy... but he gives a genuine smile back, and his heart twists all over again. ]

You must have some kind of magic I don't know about... If anyone else said that, I really don't think I would believe them at all.

[ he sighs heavily and a bit theatrically, and while he was considerate enough not to cry on yan qing's shirt, he's just feeling totally free to wrinkle it all up by wrapping his fingers in it and clinging. ]

Ahh... I really want to see her again!!
Why can't she just come here and live with me forever? It would be so much simpler!