My heart's hammering in my chest at what this trip is turning into, but I feel like he owes me some of his inner thoughts from the last decade of my life. Even if he embellishes and twists them, he never shared anything with me, ever. We only ever had conversations about work or family, never about us. I never really knew what was going on inside his head.

Jyeon says nothing for a long moment and stares at the table between us, running his thumb over the cotton as he thinks through his words before answering. A trait born of working in OLO. Always think about what you say...