The betrayal in Wei's voice suggested Yang had just advocated for burning the library rather than merely suggesting teenagers should be allowed to have feelings.
"Completely." Yang crossed his arms, his stone behemoth manifesting briefly in those rocky patterns across his skin, like they were a visual emphasis to match his conviction. "Those two have been dancing around each other for years... It's time they do it literally."
The pun was probably unintentional, or maybe not, Yang had a dry sense of humor that was sometimes hard to read.
"I can't wait," Lin declared with evident delight, practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "Will he apply the player tactics I taught him?"
The question was rhetorical but carried genuine curiosity. She'd given Ren some 'coaching' on interpersonal manipulation. Techniques meant for 'infiltration and information gathering' but applicable to basically any situation involving human interaction.
