Jin’s agreement was easy enough. That is how they would spend the day then, cuddled up in bed. It was a nice change being able to think about the hours ahead of him without dread or emptiness. It would be a good day today because he was with Jin-a. That’s all he needed, really. Although now that he had been awake for a bit, the other necessity was more prevalent. He didn’t particularly want to tell his friend to just walk away from the cave a bit and pick a spot to use as the restroom… but maybe it was obvious already? Given his living conditions and all?

The trail of embarrassed thinking was interrupted by the vampire’s confession. His heart skipped a beat, the corner of his mouth quirking the slightest bit. ”Oh?” was all he had had a chance to respond with before his aein pressed on, the slight flush giving his own embarrassment away. Ahn-Bo would have liked to explore that topic in far more detail—there had been many times where he’d taken care of Jin-a over the years. Subtly, of course. Like the warming spell for the scarf he’d given (and allowed Jin to think he’d stolen for his own.) Bringing little gifts back for him whenever they returned from a holiday. Not that Jin-a hadn’t returned the care. He’d done that tenfold. But it had never been like this… they’d never had the opportunity at Maho.

His gaze fell to the thread in question, softening at the hopefulness he’d seen in Jin’s expression. ”Better than I have been,” he affirmed. It hadn’t been a perfect night’s sleep, but it hadn’t been full of nightmares. That he could remember, at least. But it wasn’t because of some silly string that had been tied around his wrist (sweet as the sentiment was.) ”Because you were here with me.” And then, because he knew his cheeks would pinken right along with the vampire’s, he asked, ”How did you sleep?”