Although Sehun's obedience pleased Luhan, he could not celebrate any elation over Sehun's haggard appearance and queer silence. He had concluded that his life could be much worse, his grandfather taught him that, and his animosity transformed into laconic resignation. Luhan was not sure when it had turned into such, but he could not deny the facts. He had grown accustomed to the chattering, whining, and inquisitive Sehun: the boy with countless, asinine questions.

With a sigh, he deliberately guided Sehun's skull circumspectly to his shoulder, warily opened the manuscript Sehun bought him prior to their departure, and he read.