The tea gets cold.
But neither of them notices immediately. That's how it goes sometimes, the conversation finds a rhythm and the drink becomes incidental, something to wrap your hands around rather than something to actually consume.
Seo Hwigeon has been telling him about cycle twelve something.
Not the ending. ...Just the middle of it; a stretch of weeks where they'd both been in the same city without knowing it, where Yeon Yujun had been running a café in Busan and Seo Hwigeon had been working his way toward him by increments, learning the territory before introducing himself.
"You... had a cat," Seo Hwigeon starts.
"I've never had a cat."
"But in that cycle you did. A grey one and you named it something extremely practical."
"What kind of name...?"
"Cat."
Yeon Yujun just stares at him.
"You named... the cat Cat," Seo Hwigeon says, entirely serious, and something in his expression is the closest thing to fond that Yeon Yujun has seen from him unprompted.
