There was some guilt that crept in as he simply sat and watched as Jin tidied up for them. At least he’d eaten more of his food while he was at it. That was Ahn-Bo’s small consolation for having not lifted a finger.

He'd paid particularly close attention to his friend’s careful arrangement of the bedrolls—plural. Although they were closer together, there was no mention of sharing. As he accepted his friend’s hand to stand, he tried to convince himself that at least they would be near each other. That would offer some small comfort.

Jin’s question hung in the air between them. This was his opportunity to express what he wanted… but when he opened his mouth to speak, all that came out was a flat "You choose.”