"...both of you have seen me naked. Hye-jin and I had sex."

Oh wait shit thinking about that makes him blush.

"You did?" he asks in delight. Or something that passes for it, if you're not paying attention. "Finally."

"I, that, you, but, it." Nevermind, her words aren't working. She will instead be INDUSTRIOUSLY doing more pantry raiding. Look! A chicken stock bouillon! Amazing.

"We were snuggling in bed naked, why are you surprised anyway," he grumbles.

"I wasn't really thinking, back there, on account of all of the crying."

...no, making light of it didn't work, fuck his breath is hitching again.

...yeah.

"Do you want to... hold my hand?"

"Hyung, with the tiny amount of compatibility we have we would actually need to fuck for it to be at all useful."

...it's still not working. 

"And I'm, I'm not ready for that. Yet. Not with... anyone else."

Nod.

Yeah, that's. Yeah.

She's particularly concerned about him getting dumped with someone new within the next week. It's probably going to happen no matter what any of them do. Confluence, and all. Quasar really, really, really relies on Woo-young's teleportation in particular. There's going to be a lot of pressure to get his powers fully functional again. Which sucks so, so, so much. He should be allowed to mourn before being hawked off to someone else for the good of Korea.

Anyway she's making food, she doesn't have to voice her opinions here. Well, okay, she will anyway, for practical reasons: "Probably cuddling is better than nothing, if you're okay with that?"

...maybe...?

Yeah. He can quickly assemble a pillow pile in the dining room using his knives to fetch the pillows so that they don't leave Hye-jin all alone in the kitchen and then he can move Woo-young there and put an arm around his shoulders.

Oh.

Okay. 

He might cry again actually.

"Can I have a smoke?"

"Of course."

Light. Drag. Puff.

Yeah.

"Do you want space, or - I don't know, weird dungeon minutiae to distract you?" she wonders, since she can both prepare food and offer her typical brand of nerdery at the same time.

"I, part of me wants to know how you're alive and part of me wants to talk about him so I don't forget anything about him ever and part of me wants to get distracted and to forget and I don't know."

Nod.

"Well, the minutiae can come with an explanation of how we're alive, and then once there's food in you you can decide if you want to talk about him or not?" Because that will probably involve lots of crying. He should have calories for crying. (Her stomach grumbles. Yes, thank you, she knows. She will feed you, too.)

"Yeah. Okay. Sounds like a plan."

He gives Woo-young's shoulder a squeeze.

"So - Volcanic Range. I was expecting to be, well, glorified arm candy for sunbae? With important navigational duties, but, like, we all knew why I was there. How could I help much. Who expects fire to counter lava, you know? It goes against all video game logic. Except, I don't think it was lava? I'm not sure what it was instead, one of those bullshit dungeon substances that could probably be leveraged into making something fantastic, I'd guess that the lava-alike would be great for some kind of fuel - anyway. But my point is that it didn't burn like lava. It burned like kindling, and then that was it, it was used up."

...it feels like he should show interest now. Not that he's not interested, he is, but it feels like now there'd be a little part of him figuring out a thing to say that would also signal that interest aloud. He's having trouble with it. 

"In what way do you mean?" There, he tried.

"Oh, I mean that I was actually a fantastic counter to it and could burn its fuel before it could use it for shenanigans! Killed the monsters with it very quickly, and none of that inconvenient exploding nonsense. It was great."

"But obviously it noticed and, uh. The dungeon got extremely mad and murderous. At me in particular. So. That was how I got eaten and dragged into the not-actually-lava. How I survived is, um. .... Sunbae can I borrow an ice knife? I want to test something."