Shang Beida sighs. "I know, baobei. I don't think they deserve it, or you, but I know they're still--they're your parents. I didn't-- up until I died, I didn't stop hoping my parents would... that it wouldn't be the way it was when I saw them, the way I was an unwanted imposition on their new families, meals with them more awkward and formal than with strangers." He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Sorry, not the point, you don't need me going on about shit that hasn't mattered since I died." He leans down and kisses Casper's forehead. "I'm not going to be mad at you for having emotions, baobei. Or for caring about people. Even people I don't think deserve you." He pulls Casper a little closer and up to where he can wrap his arms around him a little. "I don't want you to feel like you have to hide from me. If you need me to shut up about not liking them I... well okay realistically I'm not good at shutting up about literally anything, but I can try anyway."