Zizhen is more than happy to get the chance to hold him, and he's smiling smugly at making him laugh, even if he is being called a dork for it. When Jingyi draws away and looks at him, his breath catches and he isn't sure why.

"Feeling better?" He asks in hushed tones, watching his friend's face carefully. There's something there, something he doesn't think he's seen before, but he can't quote figure out what it is.

He knows what he hopes it is, but he doesn't want to let himself get carried away.