[ Again the words are nice but it's just difficult to place them together with the Shen Qingqiu that Luo Binghe knows and understands. He's known the man since he was a young child and (despite a rocky start involving a cup of tea) things had been okay until the issue of heritage had come up. Binghe still keeps the scar above his heart where Shen Qingqiu's blade had cut into him at that moment, refuses to heal it away. It's a stark reminder and when looking at the words on the laptop again he briefly rubs a hand over it before shrugging.]

Cares about and loves....?

[ Why can't he have that? Even now in a strange place, seeing such strange things, Binghe can't help but wonder why it's everyone but him. It sets his teeth on edge in a way he can't describe; how much of himself does he need to tear apart to get a good word out of his teacher??]

Enough! I don't want good friends here, or people to love and care for. If Shizun is here then I'll be taking him home!