Jin felt his heart flutter at the quiet little confession that Ahn-Bo muttered. He’d hoped to bring them a moment from before with his little tease, but the reception was lukewarm at best. He should have known that just because Ahn-Bo agreed to come back with him didn’t automatically make everything better. And he didn’t expect that. But the admission was enough.
Jin softened around the edges even more and made to fussily tug Ahn-Bo’s hanbok up and into place. It was definitely too big for him, but it was warm, and here by the fire they were both toasting like dried pollack. That done, Jin let his hand linger on Ahn-Bo’s shoulder and gave him a small squeeze. “I missed you too,” he echoed gently. “So much.” It hadn’t been an exaggeration when he’d said earlier that he’d been having trouble breathing for fear of what would happen to his friend. Breathing, eating, sleeping— any normal human function had gone impaired at their separation and the constant agony that something could happen to Ahn-Bo. Now at least some of that was easing and Jin felt his appetite stir. (But he was most looking forward to falling asleep, probably for the first night in as many months, with his bedroll next to Ahn-Bo-ah’s. Just were it belonged.)
Jin softened around the edges even more and made to fussily tug Ahn-Bo’s hanbok up and into place. It was definitely too big for him, but it was warm, and here by the fire they were both toasting like dried pollack. That done, Jin let his hand linger on Ahn-Bo’s shoulder and gave him a small squeeze. “I missed you too,” he echoed gently. “So much.” It hadn’t been an exaggeration when he’d said earlier that he’d been having trouble breathing for fear of what would happen to his friend. Breathing, eating, sleeping— any normal human function had gone impaired at their separation and the constant agony that something could happen to Ahn-Bo. Now at least some of that was easing and Jin felt his appetite stir. (But he was most looking forward to falling asleep, probably for the first night in as many months, with his bedroll next to Ahn-Bo-ah’s. Just were it belonged.)
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.