He's gotten it all out in one long, near breathless complaint. He shouldn't be surprised, he thinks, when Inigo's there, hugging him even with them sitting in seats with arms dividing each from the next. He doesn't even fight it, or really return it, somewhat leaning in and letting Inigo do what he's far better at doing than Jingyi is at present. (Or in general, if he reflected on it; he was better at sleeping draped over people than this.)

It's nice, though. Grounding in a way he knows better than to expect in a whole two and a half months, or whatever he's at now, since he can't be bothered to wonder about it. His tail thumps against the ground, steadily now, timing itself to Inigo's heartbeat rather than his own, until it's his heartbeat too.

"Mm. What did you learn?"