Yeah, he's in the bathtub, with cold shower water splashing and mostly in control of his hyperventilation.

Mostly.

Yeah.

She sits behind him, wrapping her arms around him regardless of the cold or the water. She... starts humming a lullaby, for lack of a better idea. Maybe that'll help.

Having more things overwhelming his senses helps, yeah, but the hug helps most. He leans on her and closes his eyes and sobs.

(Why now? Why? Why couldn't they have found this before? It's been years—)

(He loves her. He loves Kim Hye-jin. He's, he's moved on from Jaeha. But it still hurts so, so much.)

She doesn't say anything. Just holds him and hums her very insufficient lullaby.

This crisis doesn't last very long, relatively speaking. About fifteen minutes later his breathing is mostly normal and he's not sobbing at all. And he's sufficiently recovered that, after clearing his throat to make sure his voice works, he asks, "How... did it go?"

"Fine. We didn't... have much to say to each other, really. He apologized. I asked him to pay for my secret silo, because it was admittedly absurdly expensive."

He nods. "And was that... all? He just—his backlash is—is that the whole reason? No plans, no, no—other shoe to drop—?"

"The handcuffs suppress his backlash, apparently. I don't know how well or how completely. I. I mean emotionally I feel like there's got to be something, right, but. I don't know what it is."

He nods. 

"Well. Good. Good for him." He hugs her closer and says, in a tiny, tiny voice, "It's really over."

"I hope so." But doesn't believe it. Still. "... The confluence looks like it's finally winding down, too, there aren't even any A-ranks they're hiding from us for our own good or something. I checked." She did admittedly want to burn some things, but objectively this is better for the world.