[ Every time He Ming has said I love you before, he's meant it. All of his emotions are real. They might come more obviously to him or be easier for him to say aloud, but he's sure that he's never lied about loving someone. If it's harder for Rune, he's sure he's fine with that too. ]

That's okay. [ He turns his face towards him, grinning when he almost has to go cross-eyed because their faces are so close together. ] Whatever you're doing now makes me happy. As long as you're with me, I think—I think that's really all I want.

Besides, everyone has to work on love. [ Drawing the word out teasingly, he purses his lips and lifts his head to peck him on the mouth. Even that small effort makes him feel extra worn out, and he collapses back with his arms thrown wide. ] I don't think it's destiny.

[ He says that, even though he's glimpsed the universe, because they're nothing but specks of dust in it too small to have personal gravity. But just looking up at his face is enough to justify patience. He can make the effort to stick close. ]

Not for us, anyway. You're too magical for destiny.