MoZhaHim tosses and turns in bed, but he still can’t sleep. A certain body part is already standing up proudly at this point. MoZhaHim applause his body for functioning perfectly fine while feeling depressed for having an imperfect life.
He calls out to KO twice quietly, but KO doesn’t respond. MoZhaHim moves his hand slowly downwards, but stops in hesitation; maybe he should get it done in the bathroom?
Just when he can’t decide what to do, a warm hand has already reached over, handling him accompanied by the sound of breathing close by. KO says, “Let me help you.”