Mingyu laughed again, bright and happy and full of light. He couldn't help it. Every last thing about Fox only made him fall that much more in love, including and perhaps especially how passionate Fox got about things. There was a fire in him that had long gone out in Mingyu. Had Mingyu ever loved the way Fox did before Fox himself...? He used to find joy in his erhu lessons, liked cooking well enough, but⁠—

It'd never come from anywhere as deep as where Fox seemed to feel all things. So Mingyu watched in quiet wonder as the light of his life got up to fetch their bag of toys, turning on his side, face half snuggled into a pillow to better watch Fox with.

He truly was the luckiest man alive.

"Have you been working on them in secret?" he mused, a playful pout upon his lips. "Why wasn't I invited for the testing?"