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"I know you can…” the older murmurs, smiling softly. “…three years? You’ve done a good job of taking care of yourself…but, you know, you don’t have to be by yourself all the time…having help sometimes is good…” Quietly, Himchan reaches out, gently pulling the bedcovers up over the younger finally relaxes back into the pillows again. That was better. He needed the rest.

He's a little overwhelmed by the other boys care, because he's so used to being independent, even if it is only to mask how much he seeks someone elses company. He's been locked away in his house for most of his life, but yet, he's never been lonelier than he has been these past three years. 

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He sighs, lowering his voice as he continues to speak to him. He stares right back at him, unblinking, until he grows shy of all the attention he is giving him and averts his eyes back down to his lap, to the hole in the knee of his pants that is slowly wearing away every time he trips, or stumbles. "Do you have anyone?" He questions, expression childlike, almost concerned, and his lips twitch, because the longer he spends in someones presence, the more he reveals about himself without meaning to. "I don't, both of my parents have gone. My father kept me locked in our basement until i was sixteen, so i don't have any friends either." He seems relatively unaffected by these facts, smiling at him, clueless, but deep down it worries him. Is it better that no one would notice if he died? Or is it tragic, and sad, that he's lasted all these years, to not even make the slight difference to someone elses life. 

He shifts, slides down the cupboards slightly, his head leaning back against the wood. He's still alert, but his head slides sideways, resting his temple against Taemins shoulder, his golden hair fanning out against his shirt. He can hear outside better this way, his ear focussed in the direction of the door. Theres a lot of nothing for a while, deadly silence, before the door finally crashes open and the air leaves his lungs in a rush. "Taemin." He urges, already lunging to his feet, skitish, as he takes the only other door, that leads up the stairs. Going up isn't a good idea because they will probably get trapped, but Teo doesn't want to face the infected head on. 

At the look, though, the patrolman almost chuckles. Almost. “…you aren’t going anywhere, kid…you have to rest. If you really want to leave, you can  come with me, but that’s it…I’m not leaving you by yourself.” And he wouldn’t. Not any time soon. He had to see that the younger would recover, or the guilt would weigh on him until he went to his grave,

Another nod. “Yes, I’ve been sitting here this whole time…it’s my fault that you’re here, so I should be keeping watch over you,” he answers, looking and sounding sincere. Himchan blinks, a faint smile on his lips. Kid had a lot of questions, for someone who’d just woken up from surgery.

"I can look after myself." He tells him, somewhat stubbornly, but his voice squeaks, and cracks, still weary after being sedated. "I've managed to stay alive on my own for three years." He tells him, although it's down to nothing more than luck. 

He's getting tired from all of the questions and his head lolls back against the pillows again, hair a golden halo around his face. "Himchan." He mimics, testing the way the name falls from chapped lips. "My name's Teo." He tells him, closing his eyes for a moment. 

He had once lived a short life within the walls with the military, but once they had taken away the people that had meant the most to him, he could no longer stay. Back then, he didn’t understand why they were taken away from him, despite knowing that they had been infected. They hadn’t turned yet, so why.

He merely watches as the boy moves, looking around to get accustomed to his home. The soft smile on his face fades when he asks his next question, and it’s replaced with a sad one. “All of the time.” He says weakly. He’s never actually thought about it before because it was something he was used to. He’s had the company of someone until he was eighteen, so he’s only really been alone for three years. Oh, that was a long time, wasn’t it?

He lets Teo continue as he explores what little area he has, moving to find what little food he had. It wasn’t safe to keep it out in the open in case there was that off chance that someone happened upon here, but he quickly returned with it.

He gives him the sweetest smile that he can muster, as he tip toes over to his tent, takes his shoes off, and sits down at the entrance. "I won't tell anyone that you're here." He tells him, not that he has anyone to tell, this is the first time he's been out since a child and the sound of the trees moving, creaking, almost communicating with each other, was distracting. He was so used to silence, but even with just two of them, there was so much to be intuned with. 

His head swivels, looking around, drinking everything in, eyes wide, unblinking in case he misses something.  His forehead creases, visible because of how short his hair has been cropped, when he mentions that he gets lonely. "Why don't you come back into the zone then?" He questions, head tilted. He doesn't quite understand why he wouldn't, this is his first day out, he hasn't seen the world for what it really is yet. 

Himchan sighs, nodding slightly and explaining himself quietly. “I…appear to have accidentally shot you, trying to kill a stray clicker…my first shot at the damn thing missed…” he half-murmurs, looking rather upset. He hadn’t been looking to hurt anyone, just get himself out of immediate danger. Which he had accomplished, obviously, but at a bad price.

The other boy stops him however, wheeling him back towards the bed and he lets out a noise of distress in the back of his throat, reluctantly sinking back down onto the bed, brown eyes round, giving him this wounded look at being prevented from leaving. 

He didn't like the hospital environment, even though he worked in it. He knew all too well what could happen, they didn't have the equiptment that they used to, and most of the people that came in here for simple things, ended up dying of infection. He watches him from beneath his eyelashes, lips downturned, trying to mask his fear with annoyance. "Have you been sat there the whole time?" It's a relatively nice gesture, he thinks, because he has no one else that could fill the chair, and wait for him to come round. 

Teo grows visibly uncomfortable at his question, staring down at his fingers, his nails chewed short, his fingers still soft despite all the work that he did on a daily basis. He threads his fingers together and sighs, because it's a good question. What does he really have to live for? Both of his parents are gone, one dead, one missing, and he doesn't have any friends. "I-" His voice hitches slightly as he tries to fathom an excuse, anything that will make him look less pathetic in his eyes. "My job.." He offers weakly, and his brown eyes flicker to meet his, uncertain. "I like making a difference, even if it's small, i want to stay around long enough to see the world start to improve again." He tells him, and the foolish, child like smile that graces his features is almost endearing, because he truely does believe in hope, that the world will repair itself, and they won't be completely wiped out.