Yohan gives him the freedom to move away, keeping his promise not to look. He feels Hayun's weight shift, sees his legs on the bed. He gives the boy a moment, listens to what he has to say, to his crying. Maybe he could relate more if he'd lost a beloved family member, too. Yohan knows his father retired and slipped away with is mother in secret. The world at large thinks they're dead, but Yohan knows better. He's even in touch with them once or twice a year.

So it's nothing like what Hayun feels.

After a moment, Yohan stretches out beside him. On his back first, then rolling to spoon against Hayun, to wrap the boy up in his arms. To help him feel less alone.

"There's no answer to why, darling." Everything that lives has to die eventually. That doesn't make it easier for the ones left behind to carry their memories. "But it's not your fault."