[ ah. bixing can't help it - he laughs a little, turning his head to smile at harrow. ] You know, at least for me, you have the best way of being reassuring.

[ it's that smooth, cold logic, babey. it's science and mathematics and theoretics, the things that make perfect sense to lu bixing's scientist brain. he's good at reassuring others, with his words and his comfort and his warmth, but in his own hands? nothing works better than that. ]

That's a good point, too. Onwards and upwards, then, tomorrow, so to speak.