[ no. absolutely not. no. in fact, his grip doesn't quite tighten, but he doesn't let go, and the second lin jingheng looks away from him, lu bixing ducks into his line of vision again. ]

Yes, I do.

[ it's insistently said, and leaves no room for argument. ] You would have helped me, if I were in his shoes. You have helped me. Even - even since we've gotten here, Lin, you've helped me.

[ when he was in his grief, in his misery - when they were both missteppig left and right trying to remember a dance that they used to know by heart. lin jingheng has been the one to help rebuild lu bixing, bit by bit, to help say all the right things, to bring his broken pieces back together, bit by bit. that means something, and he won't let lin think for a second that he hasn't done that for the people around him besides lu bixing, too. ]

I won't stop until you believe me, and I'll know if you're lying. Maybe you don't recognize how much you do for other people, but I do.