"Whenever we meet," Li agrees, "it usually is." He continues to fine-tune the dials, finding the measurement that they share, and aims the telescope at one-sixty degrees, then forty to the right. Hei would be as dense as the other man pretends to be if he still thought to ask why Li insists on being so precise.
"I can see you," Li finally murmurs. Hei's hand reaches out like a shot and pulls Li down harshly to him, biting out you can see me down here.