"Maybe. I guess he's wrong about a lot of stuff." Which was weird and unsettling. Since he was born, his father;s word was gospel and he listened attentively. Now someone was telling him otherwise. It was a lot to take. He leaned his head and let it flop against Yoongi, not caring if it got shoved off. He was tired and hurting, he wanted human comfort.

"I'm sorry about what I said before. About your clan. I was upset." He didn't ever really say sorry so this was a pretty big step for him. "I'm cold and tired, I don't like being tied up unless I'm getting fucked. It's not fun."