Phichit laughs into his hand in spite of the seriousness of the conversation. "Your voice is too deep for you to convincingly play a woman, for the record. And the beard really doesn't help."

He bridges the space between them and fondly rubs the fuzz on Emil's cheek. "My mom is probably going to hang her head and sigh, because she's used to me rushing into things and she doesn't want me to get hurt, but she also can't say anything, because even though I rush I've never regretted anything. Least of all you." He grins. "Besides, I flew out to another country to stay with you in the hospital for a week in the middle of training season. She knows I'm serious about you. I think it'll be nice for her to see you're serious about me, too."