Seojin-a wanted to break curfew? Was he still truly devastated? Had Ahn-Bo not done well enough in his comforting that he still felt the need to hide out here? The brief contact of their hands had made him still, and now his stomach felt like it did when he flew in loops on his broomstick, weightless while he was turned upside-down.

He turned serious as the little vampire continued, his apology turning into an understandable vent. Ahn-Bo listened intently. He'd suddenly been given a lot more context to their earlier conversation. "I know you won't," he said solemnly, "I trust you." And then his serious expression was gone, replaced by a playful smirk. "Just so you know, I like both parts of you Seojin-a. Your skin is light and pretty, and your pointy teeth are cute. Like a kitten." Not that he really knew much else about vampirism aside from what his friend had shared. The physical traits were easy enough to spot, at least.

Ahn-Bo's lips twisted into an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry for yelling at you. Though you did deserve it a little... anyway next time you're upset about anything, come find me. I'm way better at making you feel better than you are." Full darkness hit them then, revealing the stars twinkling above them in bright clarity. The full moon's reflection danced along the surface of the untouched snow, sparkling as if it were made of precious gems. An involuntary shiver shook him. He stepped closer to the dying flame and shoved his numbed hands in his overcoat pockets.