[ he thinks there's something that needs to be said about all of this, and vie should be gentle about it. he knows he should, but he doesn't think that such an approach is going to get them anywhere they need to be, which is why he leans to set his cup on the floor before moving the board with his partially eaten breakfast aside. he wants little space between them; at least, nothing that would distract them or break whatever nerve he has to do this before it dissipates again.

close to jaejin, he reaches out to touch his cheek. a gentle press of his fingers so he'll lift his eyes and look at him. ]

What we did, [ he corrects, searching his face for something. a clue, anything. ] You weren't the only person in that room, Jaejin. And you are not the only one here now. You can talk to me. [ it's desperate, he knows, but he doesn't know any other way to reach him. ] You can tell me if something's bothering you. It doesn't have to or need to be all about me.

[ which isn't necessarily a terrible thing if it's what jaejin needs to focus on, but it often makes it awkward for vie. ]