"I'm here," he repeats, keeping Hayun pulled flush against him. He's there. He came. He'll always come if Hayun calls him. His fingers curl against the back of Hayun's head, cradling it with surprising gentleness when compared to that fierce embrace. This is what he wants to be for Hayun: a strong, supportive presence.

"Tell me what you need. Someone to listen? Advise or solutions? Support?" Whatever Hayun needs in the moment, Yohan will give him.