[Something like panic flickers across his face before he can shake it off.]

... We don't have time for that. Maybe next time.

[God, it'd make the condo smell good while they're gone though.]

Mm. It could. [He nuzzles into Dan Heng's shoulder and leaves another kiss, and another.] Isn't it natural to take care of those you love?

[He jots down a few more notes, then rolls up the schematics and shuts them tightly.]

Let me pack this up, and I'll help you with the suitcase.