"How am I supposed to get sick of you when I've never once had my fill of you?" Mingyu demanded, moving straight past relief at the apparent acceptance of his request right back to uncertainty. Blinking, he sat up and took Fox by the wrist, stopping him, gazing steadily into the green of his eyes.

"...of course I want you to. I⁠— I want to spend every second of every day with you. Doing this, or⁠— Or watching you do other kinds of magic, or watching you eat, or telling you stupid jokes until you laugh. You're not... someone I'm putting up with, Huli," he insisted, leaning in close. "Being with you is a privilege. A gift. ...I love you."