Donghae’s developed the habit of playing with Hyukjae’s hands. It doesn’t matter who’s talking – Donghae will take Hyukjae’s right hand between his own, and play with his fingers, twist his thick silver ring around his middle finger because it’s the only one it’ll fit on, rotate his wrist by the palm as Hyukjae describes pronation and supination, and tap his fingers along his knuckles to a song in his own head. Hyukjae admires the shape of his fingernails and wonders when they’d stopped being strangers, and what they were now. Friends see each other more than thirty minutes a week, and Donghae knows nothing about him. Not really.