[ Is it weird that he's relieved she didn't? She would have had the right to but somehow it's reassuring to know she didn't cave to the darkness inside of her, no matter what the reason might have been.

But....hmm. He goes quiet, pausing again to pour himself some more soju, though he doesn't drink from it right away. There's a nice buzz at the back of his head, lowkey but warm. ]

During the last mission, you told me you wanted me to feel comfortable around you the same way you are around me.

[ He's been thinking about those words a lot since then, turning them over in his head while he downs his breakfast each morning, and before bed each night as he turns off the lights. Words are shallow, hollow things but actions....those are a little different.

He lifts his glass and gestures, a small but sweeping motion meant to encapsulate everything around them. ]

I do feel comfortable around you.

[ Comfortable enough to sit here on the floor of her room knocking back soju, and to trust her enough to share with her the ugly parts of his past he's locked away in his heart all these years. It all comes full circle.

Also she'd been fucking asleep the last time he'd said it so now he has to say it again. :/ ]