A tiny, shy smile flicked across Jin Ling's lips. He didn't feel that he should lean on Sizhui or touch him at all, after what he'd done. But if Sizhui wanted him to lean, Jin Ling wouldn't deny him. Shifting over to lean against his friend, Jin Ling rested his head on Sizhui's shoulder. The contact calmed him more than the music, and the combination very swiftly soothed his heart and eased the urge to cry.

"You're my best friend, Sizhui," Jin Ling said. It came out as a mumble because he was shy.