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“Here, it’s hot. Drink slowly.” Jyeon hands me the warm mug of coffee carefully and moves the tissue box from my lap. Now I no longer need it and seem reasonably sane. He’s sitting on the coffee table opposite me now that I’m calm again, and yet his eyes are glued to my face while I stare at my milky brown beverage. It feels like it’s been hours since she left