[ Not right now, not with everything already breathing danger and judgement around them. But the sad truth is that Bum loves touching. Craves it, even. It's just that he's so used to it being kicks, or punches, or anything intended to cause him pain, that it's the first thing he expects when not warned otherwise. ]
[ He tries to ground himself, digging his fingertips into his arms until it hurts. He's not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. This conversation feels so familiar... ]
[ Save me? But she's already dead. ]
How? [ It's barely audible, and he may as well be addressing the floor rather than Steve, but there's a level of desperation in it suggesting it's a lot more intense for him than that. For now, it seems more important to him than an introduction, though he'll certainly stress about being rude in a few more moments. ] How can you possibly make sure? We're all trapped in this awful place, aren't we?
[ He's not being confrontational; he just doesn't see any way that could possibly work. It was too late. Especially for him. And still, a part of him wants to hold onto that hope, that maybe it is possible, that maybe this man really is kind and could actually help him, rather than become one more face he's unable to remember in anything but nightmares. ]
[ He realizes he is, essentially, talking back, and shrinks in on himself again, hands going to grip on the sides of his head. ]
S-sorry... [ I'll do better. Please don't get angry. Please don't stop being nice to me. ] It's Yoon Bum. I-I'm from Korea... [ He mutters the name of a city, too, but it's practically impossible to make out. Not Seul, probably. ]
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[ Not right now, not with everything already breathing danger and judgement around them. But the sad truth is that Bum loves touching. Craves it, even. It's just that he's so used to it being kicks, or punches, or anything intended to cause him pain, that it's the first thing he expects when not warned otherwise. ]
[ He tries to ground himself, digging his fingertips into his arms until it hurts. He's not sure if he wants to laugh or cry. This conversation feels so familiar... ]
[ Save me? But she's already dead. ]
How? [ It's barely audible, and he may as well be addressing the floor rather than Steve, but there's a level of desperation in it suggesting it's a lot more intense for him than that. For now, it seems more important to him than an introduction, though he'll certainly stress about being rude in a few more moments. ] How can you possibly make sure? We're all trapped in this awful place, aren't we?
[ He's not being confrontational; he just doesn't see any way that could possibly work. It was too late. Especially for him. And still, a part of him wants to hold onto that hope, that maybe it is possible, that maybe this man really is kind and could actually help him, rather than become one more face he's unable to remember in anything but nightmares. ]
[ He realizes he is, essentially, talking back, and shrinks in on himself again, hands going to grip on the sides of his head. ]
S-sorry... [ I'll do better. Please don't get angry. Please don't stop being nice to me. ] It's Yoon Bum. I-I'm from Korea... [ He mutters the name of a city, too, but it's practically impossible to make out. Not Seul, probably. ]