It took every bit of Ahn-Bo's willpower not to snatch Seojin-a's arm and pull him closer to the spot where he'd lingered. And he had definitely lingered. There was no missing it. The look in his eyes—the soft, warm affection that Seojin-a was oblivious he was showing—had returned. Ahn-Bo was rewarded with another involuntary laugh. As if Seojin-a couldn't resist touching him, he poked the Quidditch player in the cheek teasingly. The last time he'd done that had been the evening of their fight. The memory made his chest squeeze. He shook it off, scrunching his face in an overdramatic wince, as if in pain. He fully expected Seojin-a to roll his eyes at his antics.

"She's well-practiced," he nodded, relieved that his friend's arm did seem to be doing better. It was difficult to judge through the bandages, but as far as he could tell, Seojin-a hadn't seemed to be favoring it in any way. "Kappa bites are nothing compared to what she's seen from me and my teammates," he huffed a laugh and waved a hand dismissively at the vampire's arm, "That's basically child's play."

Before he could stop it, he yawned so widely that it made his jaw ache. "Mianhe," Ahn-Bo adjusted the sleeves on his hanbok self-consciously. Seojin-a had told him he'd needed to rest, but if he did... then his friend would leave. And the moment would be over. He had no idea what morning would bring, and it made him nervous for them to separate again; it was as if staying together could keep reality at bay.