"It sounds crazy for me to feel sorry for him! I hate his guts! I want him dead! And yet! Here we are!"

"No, it makes perfect sense. Humans have complex, multilayered emotions, and you have empathy. It makes you a good person." Hair kiss.

If Woo-young had told Tae-hwan this, he'd have said much the same as Hana, but been a lot more sarcastic about it, and made fun of Woo-young while at it, probably.

That pain is not quite dull, now, but it's getting there. He wishes—so many things, actually.

"Right back atcha."

She gives him a small smile, wishes that she could ever get that message through to her anxiety, then settles in to enjoy snuggles with a brain that has only a normal, nonmagical amount of damage.

They do what they can for each other. It doesn't fix everything, but it helps.

Tae-gun, as promised, is putting on a suit for the wedding. He had it tailored, because Juheon is one of his best friends and it's his wedding and it would not do to not look great for it, it would feel... disrespectful. So he looks stunning, and does not have the ability to appreciate it at all.