He stepped over the slumbering man and cleared his coffee table of tumblers, pouring himself a glass of wine while he was in the kitchen. Jiyong hadn’t awoken by the time he returned to his room. He shifted in his sleep, though, and Seunghyun noted the redness and marks the carpet was leaving on his face as he balled himself up and rolled over, shivering. The older man’s face softened. He was angry at Jiyong (he still hadn’t forgiven him for treating him like something to be ashamed of), but seeing him cold and uncomfortable on the floor tugged at his heartstrings.