( he mouths plates silently to himself and frowns, slower than he should be to understand. it's the hour, it's the circumstances, it's half his focus on making sure he keeps both their balances in check and the words take their time in spelling out their meaning. what does a priest have to keep track of like that? what is there for him to have in the works that would bring him to this state?
gaon has a couple of guesses, but father kang has more secrets.
he searches yohan's face, open about it where he might have been more subtle if yohan was any closer to sober, and sighs as he shakes his head, a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. )
I'm not a plate. You can't spin me.
( gentle, a joke that might have more truth to it than he knows. he urges yohan up another step. )
no subject
gaon has a couple of guesses, but father kang has more secrets.
he searches yohan's face, open about it where he might have been more subtle if yohan was any closer to sober, and sighs as he shakes his head, a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. )
I'm not a plate. You can't spin me.
( gentle, a joke that might have more truth to it than he knows. he urges yohan up another step. )