(/he grins, stepping in to enclose Jaejin into a bear hug; little pats on the other’s back) How’s life?
“Yanno, the ol’ hustle and bustle, out on the streets-” he sniffed, wiping at a nonexistent tear, “But on the days that it rains, I herd cattle. The big bodies shield me from the rain. No umbrellas in sight.”