[ Closing his eyes tightly, Myung takes in the smell of Junsu's shampoo, and the detergent they use to wash their clothes, and the crisp fresh smell of his bedding, and he lets it all comfort him, as much as it can. It's not much but it's something, to not be alone in a moment where he thought he would be.

He's thought before that he should be left alone. When his thoughts were dark and he was spiraling, but Junsu had been there then, too. When Myung deserved it the least, and he doesn't know what it means, aside from the fact that it's just making Myung feel more and more for Junsu, this trust, this comfort. He wants to be able to give it back. ]

He - I don't know what happened. His phone's not connected anymore, but Neve did a location spell and he's like. Somewhere in Alabama? So he's fine. He's alive, and he's fine, he just took off.

[ Myung tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks, but he doesn't quite manage. He swallows hard, shaking his head. ]

I don't know what I did. I must have done something, right? Nothing else makes sense. Maybe I asked for him to give me too much, without giving it back. I was never ready for exclusivity, and I was always pushing him away when we were in public, and - [ He has to stop talking, voice trembling too much to continue. ]