( He shrugs without thinking, putting his chopsticks down to take his bowl, bring it to his mouth, swallowing the alcohol to give him space. )
I'm not. ( It's not a lie if that's what he believes of himself, right? The man who wears his dead brother's necklace around his wrist should surely not allow such a thing as sentiment guide him. Still, he seems to be searching for an answer, careful about it in the busy little restaurant. ) I just like comfort.
( He'd pretended food hadn't been part of that in the beginning, but the more Gaon cooks the more Yohan eats like it's reverent. But his books, his softer clothes, they all play into it. He'd just been a little more indulgent before. )
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I'm not. ( It's not a lie if that's what he believes of himself, right? The man who wears his dead brother's necklace around his wrist should surely not allow such a thing as sentiment guide him. Still, he seems to be searching for an answer, careful about it in the busy little restaurant. ) I just like comfort.
( He'd pretended food hadn't been part of that in the beginning, but the more Gaon cooks the more Yohan eats like it's reverent. But his books, his softer clothes, they all play into it. He'd just been a little more indulgent before. )