Casper's soul is... strange. It's almost... it's there but it's not there, even if he's still somehow real and warm and vital. He nuzzles into the other almost without realizing it, taking a few deep breaths and trying not to be so overwhelmed. He pulls his head back and presses his forehead against Shang Qinghua for a moment and then leans back a little. He's still holding the other, but not tightly.

"... Yeah." He isn't going to push the other - he's aware that the older man is likely going to realize he's a pathetic little creature and push him away. But he's going to hold onto this moment too. He needs it - he's pretty desperate for the attention and he knows it. He wants to hold the other for a long time, but he's... it's not right. It's not fair for him to demand this kind of attention. He doesn't deserve it. No matter what people say, he really doesn't. He hasn't done anything good enough to warrant this kind of attention.

His arms drop and he steps back, his face still red and his eyes still wet. "... Sorry. I'm just... I... it's not like I - I mean, I don't know if you have someone who - yeah. S... sorry."