[anything. that sounds nice, more than nice. it makes minsu's stomach do a little flip that has nothing to do with hunger. but it sounds kind of wrong at the same time, minsu's expression a mixture of thought and confusion.]

Is that always how it works?

[it seems wrong, somehow. minsu was always trying to make himself desirable too, but for very different reasons. it wasn't real, and he doesn't know anything about how it's supposed to work when it is.]

How do you decide who's supposed to be perfect and the one that the other wants? Shouldn't it be both?

[he's starting to confuse himself now. minsu sighs and stands up, going back to his own cot, drawing his legs up onto it to appear smaller again.]

I'm glad that you like my face, though. That's nice.