He tried not to think about how Jin Guangyao's lips had been on these chopsticks just a few moments ago. He tried to ignore the way that contact to his hair made his heart leap nearly out of his chest. It felt dizzying, like he was just barely hanging on to himself as the attention escalated bit by bit. He didn't dare hope for more, but with each little thing he felt that deep, shameful secret that he'd kept buried inside of him growing.

"I... I can feed myself. You don't need to keep troubling yourself over me."

Despite the suggestion, he didn't try to reach out and take the chopsticks just yet.