Wufei followed, trusting Duo wouldn't take him anywhere he wouldn't enjoy going. For a fleeting moment, he thought they might be headed to the bedroom, but he was relieved when they ended up on the couch again. He was still finding his footing with this whole relationship he couldn't remember thing, and even with the flashes he'd have of intimate moments, he wasn't sure he was ready yet.

Then again, maybe he would be if they started down that path. He was only really sure about one thing; being with Duo felt right. He followed Duo into the sofa, settling comfortably into his lap like he belonged there, and laughed.

"I don't think I'll ever have enough of you," he agreed warmly, sitting back on Duo's knees to look at them, wondering at the strangeness of it all. "I don't know how it is we've come to be here, together, with these missing memories between us, but I'm glad for it. I thought I was dead when I woke up here. I'd been shot in the chest with what was probably an armor-piercing round," and that was a dangerous thing no matter what you were wearing. Wufei was always kitted out in top of the line gear, but that shot had been downright lucky.