His purr is quiet and unsteady, and he sort of wishes he weren't doing it, because lao Zhao doesn't deserve it. He should suffer a bit first after everything he's put Da Qing through, but it feels so good to be smashed against his chest, and have his chin tucked over his head, and he smells right, like lollipops and his stupid hair gel and aftershave and leather, and his voice is right, and he's missed him.

"I just found you again." It's small and quiet and hurt, but it's also accompanied by a steadily increasing rumble as Da Qing's paws start kneading rhythmically at his chest.