The emotions that slid gently against his simkung’s face went by too subtly for him to name—but the bittersweet smile that followed told him all he needed to know. The words Seojin-a spoke next solidified his suspicions. Ahn-Bo could only imagine how devastating it would be to lose both his omma and little sister. His heart ached for his friend just thinking of it. His friend didn’t want to dwell on it, and Ahn-Bo could respect that.

There was a returned nudge and a wider smile, and then Seojin-a had turned toward him even more, reaching up to brush his cool finger against Ahn-Bo’s cheek. It had quickly become one of his favorite things that Seojin-a did. Mostly, he suspected they were involuntary, but that hardly mattered to him. His vampire wanted to touch him, and that was that.

"I slept fine," he answered quickly, not commenting on the fact that he’d had a particular sort of dream that involved cleanup in the morning. He’d been late to quidditch practice, pretending to sleep in until the other boys had left so he had the privacy to get it sorted out. "It was freezing. Coach made us fly fifty laps around the island–" because he’d been late–”Kenji was sent to the infirmary for frostbite. He’ll be fine though."

Ahn-Bo didn’t mention that he had been close to Kenji’s condition. The mix of the ocean spray and the icy air had the moisture on his broomstick and quidditch robes melding together to literally freeze him to his broomstick. Thankfully, the coach had taken pity on his star player and used a defrosting charm to free him.

"And now I’m so cold!”" he sighed over-dramatically, a playful quirk to his lips as he scooted closer to Seojin-a so that their sides were pressed together.