"Sorry," he said. "I just didn't want to make this weird."
"It already is weird," I said, and his laughter grew louder.
I don't know why but it felt like his laughter was contagious because then I couldn't help but smile faintly, the corners of my lips tugging up despite my resolve to stay calm.
Maybe it was fine. It wasn't like we were enemies anyway.
"Still," Duck-Hwan murmured, looking down at his trembling hands before setting the phone aside. "I wanted tonight to be… comfortable."
"Then stop acting like I'm your boss," I said dryly. "Or like I'll just stand up and leave if you make a mistake. I already told you I don't blame you for what you did last night since you were under the influence. I'd honestly prefer it if you acted like you usually do, instead of trying to act like someone you're not, just to impress me."
He looked at me, and his lips curved into that small, guilty smile of his.
"Right. I'll try."
