Grass peeks out on the pavements in March. Jongin slides the window open and grins as his friend swings in, long arms chock full of snacks and videogames. They don't waste time hugging- hugging is for people with lots of time- and leap straight into loud boisterous chatter, tripping and tumbling all the way to the bed, to the kitchen. Then they trip back up the stairs and over the little pieces of glass from the broken cabinet , setting the fizzy drinks on the floor to watch the effervescence bubble away, like the bits of their wistful missing.

  "Where have you been? You've been gone a long time."

  Chanyeol loves travelling. He talks a lot. Jongin doesn't hear their videogame over the sound of Chanyeol's voice .