[He presses his lips together, eyes darting away momentarily; it's a gesture that'd easily be taken for timid were it anyone other than Kung Jin. Reassured by the gentle caress of Asher's thumb on his cheek, Jin leans into his partner's hand, lips turning up in a hesitant, albeit sincere, smile.

After all, he would never show this side of himself to anyone but Asher. That, in itself, is a testament to how different things are now.

Since when had Kung Jin learned to trust this much?]

I... guess you're right. I have, haven't I.

[Suddenly, he laughs-- an easy chuckle.]

Remember when you told me you were really great at playing Street Fighter?