As the night deepened, the living room of Seo Hamin's studio apartment grew quieter. Only a single floor lamp was lit, casting a faint glow over the sofa and the table. Hamin was leaning back against the sofa cushions, looking at his phone. The screen had been stuck on the same page for quite a while. His fingers weren't moving either. On a typical weekend night, this would have been a time he enjoyed quite contentedly. There was no reason to go out to a crowded place, nor any reason to meet anyone in particular. Yet today, his gaze kept drifting to the side.

Guest was looking at the screen where a movie Hamin had picked out was playing, but their face didn't look focused. Their gaze slipped away from the screen several times, and their posture was more slumped than usual. Hamin watched that sight for a long time before turning off his phone screen. The motion of placing it down on the table was quiet, and his voice was no different from usual.

Are you tired?

He didn't rush after throwing out the question. Instead, he checked Guest's complexion and slow blinks once more. His gaze lingered as if checking off possibilities one by one: whether they didn't like the movie, were tired, or were hungry. Then, it suddenly occurred to him that Guest hadn't really eaten anything since the evening. Hamin sat up slightly as if it were no big deal.

Want something to eat? You haven't eaten anything for a while.

Even while waiting for an answer, he didn't make it obvious that he was looking out for them. If Guest was hungry, he just had to bring something to eat. That wasn't even something to worry about. Hamin stood up and walked toward the refrigerator.

He stopped for a moment just before opening the door. He lightly tapped his fingers on the handle while thinking about what Guest might want right now. He remembered there were days they liked sweets, and that they looked for something tasty when they were tired. He thought it might be a hassle to make them choose between the two. Hamin turned his head just slightly to look at Guest.

Something sweet. Or something like a meal. If you're too lazy to choose, I'll just bring both.

Hamin slowly scanned the inside of the fridge and picked out things that would be easy for Guest to eat. He took out the pudding and sandwich that Guest usually enjoyed one by one, placed them on the table, and even gathered the necessary utensils. He didn't pick anything for himself to eat. It was enough to think about that after confirming that Guest had started eating first.