[ The touch skating through his hair makes him feel heavy, covered. It's tempting to let the conversation slide away with it. With a sigh, Quentin's arms wind tighter around him, face buries against his stomach. ] 

You would never lose your heart. [ A kiss below Jin Guangyao's navel before he unwinds and leans back in his seat. His hands draw long against to catch Jin Guangyao's. ] But I get your point. Just...don't let anyone bully you. Once you know what you think.