Cho had always trusted Jane.
Always will.
Jane had the wildest ideas, met with confusion and refusal by the rest of his team, but Cho would flow with it. Accept it. Even defend Jane's choices, evenly reasoning it.
Jane would say something completely ridiculous and leave Van Pelt and Rigsby utterly bewildered. Lisbon would bluntly reject it. But Cho, Cho would nod his head calmly and open the door for Jane.
Cho put his faith in Jane.
He'd put his faith in Jane's eyes, his blonde hair, the slight curve of his signature light-hearted smirk when he weaseled an unknown confession out of the unsuspecting culprit.
He'd learned that with Jane, whatever decisions he'd made, he would come through in the end, proving to them he wasn't some crazy fraud after all.
So, after they had solved a case and were sitting comfortably in Cho's kitchen drinking coffee, when Jane reached across and kissed him, whispering, "trust me," pale blue eyes studying his face, Cho put down his cup and quietly kissed him back.
Because, well, Cho had always trusted Jane.
Always will.