[ Hanseok doesn't react to the lifted hand, not outwardly. He doesn't know if he wants to be touched or not (although he leans towards not) because nobody's given him the fucking luxury of deciding that for himself - or the time to come to an answer at all - since they put him here. How he feels about the manhandling, even as these idiots are going on and on about "emotional state", is completely irrelevant.
And of course there's his coming exile. He knew already; it crosses his mind to fuck with Hanseo and act as though he didn't to give himself something to do, but he ultimately decides against. Rage still boils up at the prospect, but the Clozapine is making him too damn tired to express it much. At least not as much as he'd like to. ]
Let him. I'll embarrass him there too.
[ The long, somewhat-healed ravine slashed through his arm twinges at its edges, itching around one of the stitches. Hanseok pushes up the sleeve of his pajamas, revealing the lower half of it, and carefully, lightly scratches at the itch with one fingernail. He has no doubt Hanseo will react with surprise, though probably not the level of hysteria he got in the rec room. Gift that keeps giving. ]
[ Shameless is the word their father uses. It's what separates the two of them, despite both being less than desirable. One of them shows his shame all over his face, and the other is still ready to bite.
His eyes drift down with melancholy, only to widen with his most earnest concern. Why his natural inclination is still to be concerned, he couldn't explain. ]
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And of course there's his coming exile. He knew already; it crosses his mind to fuck with Hanseo and act as though he didn't to give himself something to do, but he ultimately decides against. Rage still boils up at the prospect, but the Clozapine is making him too damn tired to express it much. At least not as much as he'd like to. ]
Let him. I'll embarrass him there too.
[ The long, somewhat-healed ravine slashed through his arm twinges at its edges, itching around one of the stitches. Hanseok pushes up the sleeve of his pajamas, revealing the lower half of it, and carefully, lightly scratches at the itch with one fingernail. He has no doubt Hanseo will react with surprise, though probably not the level of hysteria he got in the rec room. Gift that keeps giving. ]
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His eyes drift down with melancholy, only to widen with his most earnest concern. Why his natural inclination is still to be concerned, he couldn't explain. ]
What happened?!