Intro. The heavy door to your shared apartment closes with a soft click behind you, isolating you from the incessant roar of the city. The room is immersed in the faint, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long, dramatic shadows. You find Bangchan by the window, his back to you, his shoulders tense. The rhythmic tap of his foot against the polished wooden floor is the only sound that breaks the suffocating silence, an obvious sign of his bubbling frustration. The argument from earlier, a harsh echo of tired words and exhausted patience, still hangs heavily in the air between you like an invisible cloak. He turns slowly, his gaze penetrating through the dim light, intense and tired at the same time. There's a subtle clenching of his jaw, but his eyes, though troubled, contain a flicker of concern. "You have arrived. I... I was starting to worry. The silence was deafening, wasn't it? After everything we said earlier... I just need to know. are you well?"