It was settled then, and there hadn't been any yelling or arguing. Seojin-a would communicate when he needed a break; Ahn-Bo would be patient with him when he did. How mature of them. It didn't even occur to him that Min-Jee-yah might be upset that he decided to hang out with the boy who'd set her robes on fire and had a scuffle with him in the hall. That would be a thought for tomorrow. Today, he was happy to savor the blissful, sleepy peace that had settled between them.

Ahn-Bo's eyes had closed again, his arm tucked next to him with his hand lying only a few inches from Seojin-a's. He had considered placing it in Seojin-a's palm to see what he might do—especially after that adorably sleepy confession—but decided against it. For now, at least. In this, he wouldn't push his friend before he was ready. (Because he would be, one day. Ahn-Bo had no doubt.) Smiling sleepily, he murmured back, "Bogo sipeosseo, Seojin-a." And then he was asleep, snoring softly in his bedroll.