"I'm sorry. You're right." For trying to tell Yohan what to do when he knows better. It's just important to him that Yohan knows that he's no longer a danger to himself. He no longer harbours those sorts of thoughts It's important to him that, since Yohan insists on worrying about him, those worries not be burdensome. Give Yohan as little to worry about as possible. He doesn't need to disrupt Yohan's life anymore than he already is.

Hayun starts to shift on the bed, though he's very careful to stay exactly as close to Yohan as he is right now. It's nice. It's comfortable. It's what's helping to slow the flow of tears. He rolls onto his back and rubs at his eyes, trying to dry them. He's so tried of crying -- he's so tired from crying -- and he'd just like to stop. Please. He can't keep doing this. He turns his head toward the dark shape wrapped around him, and then rolls onto his side to face it. It's so warm and present. It's bringing life to a place that feels so cold an empty on nights like tonight, when Hayun really starts to feel just how alone in the world he really is. Was.

Reaching up with one hand, Hayun feels around for his phone to turn the flashlight on as well as down a little so the light isn't quite so bright. Then he just drops it back onto the bed above both of their heads, leaving it shining up at the ceiling. It doesn't illuminate much, but it does ward off the total darkness Hayun had them laying in previously. He's not ready for Yohan to fully see him yet but he's getting there. Little by little.

"I don't have to but I want to. Please." He appreciates everything Yohan's been doing for him. The nice dinners and offer to send him to college. Helping him get his camera fixed. Showing up whenever Hayun needs him. Just being someone in his life he can count on. Thanking Yohan feels like the absolute least he can do.

"You seem like someone I can trust." Thank you.