[ he doesn't know how to help him other than guide him forward, taking his hand and staying close despite how slow the walk might be. once they get inside and reach the elevators, it would be a lot easier. then, perhaps, jaejin would let him see the damage of exactly what had happened.

but the entire time jaejin speaks, he's silent. he listens and tries to make a connecting point to any of the things he says and finds nothing really makes sense. why would it? it's not as if he remembers the details of those nights, and he certainly doesn't recall the face of jaejin's boss—alive or dead. vie can't even bring himself to ask what it was he did for him, though he assumes it had something to do with his ability to alter memories. it's something that's sat with him since he'd learned about it, conscious of why jaejin must be hurt by this and what it's doing to him. of course, he couldn't have done this to vie; so, someone else having done it makes it even more tragic. he props the door open with his foot, fingers tightening around jaejin's slightly. ]

If they're skilled enough, it wouldn't take much from a distance. But given how erratic my schedule is, maybe you're right. Perhaps it's someone who already works in the Amber House. Or has connections there. [ which is another thought entirely, guiding him along but never straying too far. ] It's something to consider. We can figure it out.

[ but right now? his main priority is taking care of jaejin, and finally at the elevator, vie gently eases his arm around him as they wait for the doors to open. ]

Why didn't you wait for me? We could have gone together.