It was obvious that Jin had tried to temper his reaction to Ahn-Bo’s living situation. The step back, the slight hesitation, and then he said nothing at all and just dragged Ahn-Bo in alongside him. And then made himself at home, setting about doing whatever he’d planned to do.

He’d never seen his friend so in his element. Jin had made him tea here and there, but it had never been like this, where they weren’t at school. This felt different. The grip on his hand had only tightened, so he settled himself next to Jin. Watching his friend fuss about as he prepared their meal was comforting. He hadn’t had a real meal since December; his belly growled loudly at the thought.

He wanted to cuddle closer to his friend and lean on his shoulder as he worked but resisted—bumping Jin while he used a knife and an open fire was far too risky. There would be time for that later, most likely. The honey cakes were pressed into his hand, and he managed the tiniest half smile known to man. ”Gomawo. Have some too; you’re hungry.” Now it was his turn to press food into his friend’s hand.