(I… I'll mourned that privately.)
Jisoo then slap slapped my cheek twice, light and unhurried, the kind of pat that tells… "hey bitch, get it together" more than anything else. "Ay. What is genuinely wrong with you."
I wiped the one rogue tear off my face with the back of my hand, shook my head once with what I felt was appropriate drama, and held out the chips and chocolate bread. "Nah, don't worry about it. Let's eat?"
She looked at me for another second.
Then she took the bread.
We sat on the floor behind the counter and ate, and talked, and it was— honestly fine. Normal, even, which was a weird thing to be in the middle of a trial but there it was.
Jisoo was happy to have her memories back, visibly, the sharpness fully returned to how she spoke, the way she tracked things, the way she was already thinking three steps ahead of whatever she was saying out loud. She talked about it a little.
I listened. Of course… like an obedient good boy.
