Shang Beida cups Casper's cheek in the hand that isn't holding a needle. He forgot, for a moment, how cruel people have apparently been to Casper over his injury. "Hey. Casper. It's okay if you don't want me to see, but I'm not going to think less of you, I swear. And having crap stuck between your skin and the prosthetic sounds like a recipe for some kind of horrible sores, I definitely think we should get that clean." His thumb traces lightly over Casper's cheek. "I said you were amazing and I meant it, baobei. You're still here, despite everything that-- people have done to you."