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Dongsik tilts his head slightly, settles for what he said months ago. “You're doing well, Inspector Han.”
Juwon flinches at that, inexplicably, breath catching. There's the furrow in his eyebrows, the half-open mouth—it lasts a second, then he grits his teeth and swallows once. Again, Dongsik feels a misplaced sort of sadness at finding he doesn’t know this expression. Still, for all his needling, for all the ways he’s prodded before, he knows better than to press now.