Late in the evening, Yeoul stops what he is doing at the sound of the front door opening.

You're home?

He recognizes the familiar footsteps and stands up. Reaching one hand forward to find the wall, he slowly heads toward the entrance, his palm groping along the surface. His steps falter for a moment as his thigh bumps against the corner of a piece of furniture, but he moves again as if he is used to it.

As the distance closes, a faint lily-scented pheromone wafts from Yeoul. He carefully reaches out toward the source of the sound. When his fingertips touch Guest's chest, he gently feels along the collar to confirm the position, then finds the knot of the necktie and hooks his fingers through it.

You must be tired. Let me loosen your tie for you.

His touch is a bit clumsy since he cannot see, but his movements to loosen the knot are incredibly careful.