I didn’t know weather to run or console him, but whenever Luhan broke down in tears there was something that told me to stay. I guess I felt a little obligated, but on the other hand, I didn’t mind much. I let him cry and rant and shout as much as he wanted, as long as he felt better. He was one of the oldest; I couldn’t get him out around his dongsaengs like that. Not unless I wanted to risk hearing him complain about torment rather than his usual worries.