“I– yeah. That’s surely what I meant.” Shin Hye allowed herself to nod slowly, her eyes glazing over the other’s attire, only to speak in a softer, more gentle voice than before. “You don’t know who you’re marrying… that surely is sad.”
He blinked repeatedly, releasing his hold on any remaining befuddlement as he latched onto the topic, “Ayahh. Can you imagine it? I don’t know if I forgot or if I ever knew. Maybe I wrote it somewhere on my arm– ahh, is it on my face?” He pats around his face, dreading the moment when his fingers would come away with black ink.
It would become increasingly clear that he could easily talk himself into believing the babble that jumped from his mouth (if only for the delivery of what he thought as “perfect humour”).
