That's right, let Yohan be an anchor. When Hayun drops his arms, Yohan reaches over to lay his hands on the boy's shoulders. See? That's nothing new. Nothing to be afraid of. Just a touch. It isn't as if Yohan hasn't put his hands up under Hayun's shirts before. What might be new is the way he slides his hands over Hayun's soft skin, across the front of his shoulders, down his chest, over his stomach to hook his fingers into the waist of Hayun's pajama pants.

And with a gentle tug, he crouches to pull them and whatever's under them down Hayun's legs. "Step out."