"It's okay, I can always take care of Tae. And if I can't, I go to appa. That's why we have appas, right? To take care of us." He was good at pretending, it made it easier. He looked down sadly at the piano, wishing his appa was like a proper appa and not like he was. He wanted to be loved too. He wanted Tae to be loved. He wished he could be little and have eomma back so often.

Setting the ice pack down, he played along the keys a little.

"I-- I love my appa. I'm very lucky."