Don't tell me you forgot what happened when you went with him to make a phone call. [he makes a dramatic sound from so deep within his throat—like extreme emphasis on that. he knows that chihoon couldn't have forgotten that he flew off the handle then at things that are much more minor than what is the bigger picture now.

because now they have to deal with the much bigger aspect of it. what happened with that asshole of a doctor, what happened to yoonsu, what they did. muyeol's really only holding onto shreds of stability by strings at this point, and dumping all of that on him, no matter how gently they do so, is going to make a mess. and they definitely have to make sure not to let youngjae in on it.

annoying, how closely they're going to have to collaborate to get this done. but that's life, huh? mireu is sighing heavily... oh so heavily and if there's a way to project that to chihoon, he's definitely doing so right now.]

Any ideas? Neither one of us is going to get an award for being able to handle this delicately. [maybe one of the others could have been able to, but mireu teeters between too blunt and incredibly evasive, and chihoon is undoubtedly direct. so, maybe unsurprisingly, mireu takes this a bit off course.] What do you think? A nice dinner, candles, flowers? Really set a mood before dropping that bomb.

[mireu, no.]