"Good boy," he praises quietly, lifting a hand to card his fingers gently in Hayun's long pastel hair. That's easy to do in the dim light without looking at him.

Hayun's pretty extraordinary, isn't he? Handling so much on his own, never reaching out for fear of losing what he has. Yohan felt like the once upon a time. He's cultivated a little trust since then and, he thinks, it's gone a long way in making his life better. Having others to confide it, it's important.

"Thank you for trusting me with this."