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Eunbi looked up from her coffee, expression unreadable as she examined him. “What’s there to talk about?” She finally asked, her voice betraying just how exhausted she felt. She heaved a sigh that sent a sharp pain through her ribs, leaning back in her chair. “Are you going to lecture me? I panicked. If I had been thinking clearly, I wouldn’t have gotten Jinseok involved,” she explained slowly. She was running on absolutely no sleep, even less than usual, so she was hardly in the mood for some protective grandad bullshit.
She felt another stab go through her chest, but this time it was different. Jealousy. She had nearly died, had been attacked -nearly brutalized and killed in her own home- but there was no one to care about that. After all, she had called Jinseok because he was literally all she had. It didn’t seem fair, even though she was well aware that nothing was ever fair.
“Are you okay, Eunbi? You must have been through a lot,” she said, lowering her voice as if that made her sound any more like Osiris. “Oh, yeah, I’m great, thanks for asking. Gotta get my fucking floor professionally cleaned before I can even think of stepping foot in my apartment again, but I’m fan-fucking-tastic.”
it is more than a little obvious that the concern he meant to express with his question about what had happened the night before has gone right over eunbi’s head, especially when she asks him if he’s about to give her a lecture. he raises his eyebrows lightly at her clearly defensive words, talking like he minds that she called jinseok rather than that he thinks she should have called a lot sooner. or called him. or called all of them. he’d bring the entire egyptian squad to save his unofficial granddaughter for sure.
before he can comment on that once his surprise lessened a bit, she already speaks up again, seemingly indicating she’s speaking in his stead, and though he’s still a little flabbergasted with how little she thinks he cares about her wellbeing, he can’t help but breathe out a little smile at her words. leaning in, he puts a hand on hers, fingers curling around it without a care in the world for what she might not be comfortable with, not at this very moment.
“sweet child,” he says warmly, though the amusement still dances in his eyes as well. he’s not in the slightest amused by what happened to her, but rather by the fact that she feels slighted when he was trying to see if she felt up for having him be concerned for her or if she preferred to just toughen it out and not be coddled. “that is exactly what i meant. do you need help? you know i’m here for you, right? i’ve seen your ghosts, you’ve threatened to kill me twice; we’re family now. let me call airmid for you, she’s a healing goddess, you shouldn’t have to suffer these injuries. i’ll also get someone to clean your apartment. do you have a key for me or is it a digital lock with a code?”
