Lan Zhan, didn't you hear I'm having a good night? I can keep saying it if you want.

[He still smiles, talking too much has never been difficult for him.]

It's not annoying...

[He tries to put it into words, but any of his usual eloquence is gone.]

I'm just not used to it. If I have to learn a new technique, and my muscles are all tired, it's only because I haven't done it enough.

[The only person who'd ever been so soft to him was his sister; cooking him meals, drying his tears, patting his head, and speaking words of reassurance. He smiles a little softer now.]

Is it annoying, to take care of me?