In a situation with less gravitas, Yohan might have admitted he knew Hayun didn't have an aunt. He might have gasped and faked utter shock (no he couldn't, he's not that sort). He definitely would've teased the boy about how long he perpetuated his lie. But none of that was right at the moment.

Rather than look at Hayun, Yohan instead tried to focus on their joined hands (now that his eyes were beginning to adjust in the darkness). He squeezed Hayun's fingers between his, listening to each muffled, sobbed word. The shirt didn't matter to him. It will be laundered and as good as new. What's important is Hayun's pain. Hayun letting out that pain, choosing to share it with him.

"You did everything you could," he repeats softly. "That's the most valuable lesson in life, darling. You can work hard and do everything right and still lose. That isn't anything to feel guilt or shame about. As long as you know you did your best, feel sad. Feel pain. But never feel ashamed or blame yourself."