Seong lays his head on Matthias' shoulder again. Sorry, he's anxiously fidgeting. He just gave Matthias a glimpse of what he thinks about and now he's waiting to be told it's time for him to go. He went too big, too quickly. It was a poor choice. He should have kept a better grip on his own thoughts and not let them come tumbling out of his mouth and the gentlest of urging.

But it doesn't come. What Seong's been worrying about, anxious about, what he's been bracing himself for never comes. Matthias makes no mention of it. He just moves past it. Seong relaxes against Matthias. It could still come, he could still be asked to leave, but for now, he lets himself relax.

"It is important. That's why I appreciate it." It lead them to where they are today. A mistakenly grabbed coffee order and Matthias asking Seong how his name is pronounced instead of just deciding some wrong pronunciation is the correct one. It's important. It's important to Seong and it makes Seong feel important to Matthias.

"I couldn't actually do that," he mutters quietly, though he abruptly sits up straight and turns to face Matthias. "Could I? I really do like writing about us." Are his cheeks red? It feels like his cheeks are turning red.

"If I do it and it takes off, I might need a lot of help from you for fresh material. Are you sure you're up for it?"