[ Do-yoon hadn't felt much like eating then, either. It's only now that he's finally getting comfortable with Gyu-hyuk that his stomach has decided that maybe the danger has passed, and maybe some food would be a good idea.

Along with some sleep, but Do-yoon wants to avoid that too. He'll dream of bodies and neck wounds and things he doesn't want to dwell on right now. They won't do him any good. ]

The best thing we can do is try and take it one thing at a time.

[ He squeezes Gyu-hyuk's shoulder, looking up at him warmly. It's both free real estate and touching. They both probably need it right now... and Do-yoon isn't going to just sit by and watch Gyu-hyuk beat himself up. ]

We'll look out for each other. We'll be okay.