[ He'd hate it if he knew he was really worrying Shi Qingxuan. It's not what he means, and not why he's clinging like a limpet, or a child. He should probably hate this tendency in himself more, but he can't bring himself to, when holding to people is one of the few grounding, reassuring things he's had in his life. ]

Can you really stay all night?

[ Is a still muffled question against Shi Qingxuan's chest, before Shino pulls his head back, green eyes searching Qingxuan's face. ]

Hey, Qingxuan... would you...

[ His eyes drop, feelings mixed up and words temporarily stoppered on his tongue. A frown pulls at his lips, and then he looks up again, eyes locking with Qingxuan's. ]

Would you make love to me still if I was stuck like a deer jinba permanently?

[ He has some worries, and this is now becoming one of them, adjacent to how little he'd like that lack of control of focus; feeling too much like the kind of demon who only operates on a single-focus track. ]