Cha Uijae finally unlocked the door after an hour and thirty minutes. Sayoung had waited patiently the entire time. Not that it required much patience—compared to how long he had already been waiting, this brief time felt like nothing.

As he heard footsteps approaching the door, Sayoung lifted his head. Uijae poked his head out cautiously, narrowing his eyes.

“…What are you doing out here?”

“I was waiting for you, of course… until you came out.”

Sayoung, resting his cheek on his arm draped over the back of the chair, smiled with a slight squint.

“Feeling a bit calmer now?”