Jingyi snorts, staying as he is because the press of someone against his shoulder and side is appreciated, particularly of a friend. He wants to be grounded, and while it was a morbid touching conversation, it was also an honest one.

"I think that's one of those situations where everyone would be crying, so let's avoid it." A twitch of his lips, neither to a smile or a frown, and then he does reach over to prod at Inigo's side.

"No one's a pretty crier. It's so snotty." It's not helpful, but it's said a touch more lightly, as a jest. "Better when people are smiling because they want to, right? More of that, please."