Eun-woo sat on the wooden bench next to Rhys, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. Rhys ate in silence, as he almost always did when they were together. They didn't need to talk much to feel comfortable.
Since he had started to catch some of the jokes, Eun-woo felt a small shift within himself. He wasn't completely on the outside anymore. Now he could talk a little with the woman in the garden or with his workmates without falling silent.
That simple fact gave him a spark of happiness he hadn't known before.
There were still few people he spoke to, besides Rhys and Jae. Rong Ye never seemed to want to talk to anyone, and Caelan was always too busy working to stop for conversation. And Jess… he still hadn't had a chance to talk to her. He would try later.
A few meters away, a group of young men were gathered around the same improvised table. Their voices were louder than the rest, as if they wanted to be heard.
