"What do you mean?" Yoongi could maybe hazard a guess, but this wasn't a time for guessing. He reached out and held on to Ten's hand once more. It just felt more real and more secure when they were holding hands, like it couldn't just all vanish again or turn bad. If they were holding on to each other, than they had to talk this through properly. "I was trying not to think about you and I never really managed that. Dear My Friend, that song? Is that the one? That was supposed to be the last one."