He stands under the shower, feeling pitiful, stupid, and sorry for himself, mentally kicking himself for being naive and innocent. He's falling for a man who was a known assassin, stained his hands with the blood of innocents, and did many terrible things and his own emotions is becoming a confusing mess.

Finally, he looks at him and he realized he misunderstood. It's that sad look, that paralyzed feeling emotions that also touches his heart. He listens to his confession, him admitting it, and maybe his intuition that he felt from before isn't wrong and he tries to understand.

"I'm your first? I think...we have plenty of first today." Silence followed and finally when he felt all clean and gathers the mental energy to scrub and felt anew.

No, there's no disappointment. Just a simple concern and care, "C'mon Xue Yang. If you stayed here too long, you'll get all pruney from all the steam."

He hands him a towel, "And let's slow down and take our time. I'm sorry. But what I felt for you, it's been there for a while now."