Good. I want — if I could, I would take that pain away from you and bear it myself. So if I help at all... I'm glad.

[ he wants to be that for him. good, a relief, freedom from pain. his arms go around him, holding kwang against his chest and nosing into his hair. he feels better around kwang too. more like a person, less like a mess. less confused, frustrated by his own feelings, and instead calm and knowing he can figure it out and things will work out.

he hums softly. ]

Course he thought they were beautiful. [ and it must be amazing for kwang to have found someone who isn't hurt by his proximity alone in that situation. ] That's true, he can handle hot, can't he?