"Do you think I talk too much, hyung?" Chan asks, his lips still puckered around his straw. It comes out funny.

Hansol shakes his head. "No, I don't. Do you?"

Chan considers it, his face flushed from his drink, and says, "Ah, maybe. Maybe. I don't know..." His face screws up into a little scowl. "See? Right there. I could have said one word and I said a lot instead. So maybe... I do think so, yeah."

Hansol starts to fold up his straw wrapper into a little spiral as he asks, "What's too much, anyway?"

Chan lets out a bashful sigh and rubs the back of his head. "Like, I don't know. When everyone tries to shut you up, isn't that too much?"

Hansol's fingers falter on the paper. "Chan-ah, you know they're joking, right?"

Chan looks at him, his eyes sort of shining. "Uh. Yeah, I do, but... What's that phrase, every joke has a little bit truth in it..."

Hansol flicks the paper out of his hand and says, "It's never too much, to me."

Chan sucks his lips into his mouth and then nods. He takes another drink, missing the straw on the first pass and it swings all the way around his glass, making Hansol laugh. Chan shoots him a bashful smile and sucks down more of his drink.

"I think you could ask them to stop," Hansol says quietly. "But they like you like this. If they didn't... I don't know. You'd know."

Chan nods thoughtfully, and then says, "You always know what to say."

"So do you," Hansol responds lightly. "Seriously."

"Thanks," Chan says quietly, like he's embarrassed for bringing it up. "Sorry I always ask for... you to tell me I'm okay."

"I don't mind," Hansol says. "I'm happy to do it. I'm happy to listen."

Chan stares off into space for a second and then hops to his feet. "Want another drink?"

Hansol does.