Sizhui swallows hard, softly clears his throat, straightens his posture further then exhales a slow, steeling breath. “I'm sure, as close as you are to Hanguang-jun, you've been told about Lans and their soulmates.” Though just to be certain, he'll put it out there, in case he's assumed too much. (He doesn't think so, but better safe than sorry!)

Since they're being truthful here: “I like Dennis,” he admits freely. “But there are some...things...he's unsure about, which I want him to figure out for himself, but without that—” a moment's hesitation, his brow furrowing and head shaking before he continues, “—without that commitment always being a forethought.” His mouth opens, closes, reopens then he sighs, “Things aren't so set in stone where Dennis comes from, you know?” If not, well, he guesses he can try explaining ‘dating’ to his brother.