Three hours? Yoongi tried to decide how he felt about that. It was hard to really process, he supposed. So he just nodded his head and looked at Ten, licking his lip and tasting blood. That seemed about right. He wished he could hold Ten and assure him that everything would be all right, but naturally that was an absurd desire to have.

"I miss you a lot," he finally admitted outright, "It keeps me awake."

Among many other emotions, but still.