"I don't like him in your body," Da Qing grumbles. "He doesn't move right or sound right or smell right and... and it's forking awful." It had been worse than Zhao Yunlan just being straight up gone.

"He was living in a tiny dump in a shirty part of town, and, well-" He bumps his cheek against Zhao Yunlan's, and he maybe sounds a little defensive. Because he knows a big part of why Lin Jing moved in was so that he could stay, and not be alone, and he's not about to admit that. Even if he's a little bit grateful.