[ scarf aside, it really is a lot of white — it's what eunhyuk thinks first when he finally meets sizhui in person. eunhyuk gets off the stool he's parked himself in and meets sizhui halfway with a similar bow, invites the other take a stool opposite himself first before returning to his own. old habits, familiar discipline — he's oddly missed it, if he's being honest. ]

You need a glass for that? [ he asks, gesturing at the bottle. dr house had left behind a few drinking glasses, to say nothing of the alcohol stashed in random drawers here and there. eunhyuk moved the bottles to a central drawer, but hasn't touched any of them. ] I can find us a couple glasses, I think.

As for how things have been now that the undead are gone — [ he looks to the cracked tile, the piles of glass, plaster, and random debris scattered across the clinic. ] It's a mess.

Have you been doing okay, though? I know I asked you so suddenly. Sorry about that.