[ when Sizhui tries to keep his hand away, fighting him, it hurts a little, as if the other doesn't trust him. Jin Ling pulls his hand back, reluctantly, though his eyes narrow. ]

You can't tell me I can't worry about you if you worry about me. That's not how it works, Sizhui.

[ his heart isn't beating any less quickly, now a mingle of his own racing feelings and the panic lacing itself through them. but he can manage it, it's not the first time he's felt this way. Sizhui however, calm, collected Sizhui shouldn't have to feel this way, and he feels bad because it's as if he's at fault for putting it there, somehow. ]

I'll worry. Because you're important to me.

[ it slips out before he can think too much about it. ]