[ Kwang doesn't compare. There's no competition, in his eyes; it isn't how his heart works. He just feels what he feels, for Ten, for Junsu, for Rook. It feels like different streams of feeling that don't cross over. He can love Ten, and he can love Junsu, and he can learn to trust Rook. Junsu's no lesser than Ten, in Kwang's eyes, but of course, he has no idea that this is something he should say.

He can only just be himself, and show Junsu how much he does care.

With a nod, he points towards a side street. The city, these days, is not much more than a few blocks wide, most of it concentrated where downtown used to strive, now surviving more than anything else. But Kwang knows of a small bookstore still tucked in between two other stores on the next street over. ] Books first. Tell me, what makes you such an avid reader?

[ The question is completely earnest, as is his smile when he answers Junsu's. ]

Technically. But I'd need to find a spell for you to be able to withstand the heat. When my wings are out, I... run hot.

[ An understatement. ]