[ In the back of his mind, somewhere beneath the thick haze of his current fever, Cheol-gang finds himself vaguely pleased: good. He matters enough for Javert to worry about him, to stay on his mind, even if the manifestations are, in this situation, adding to his present misery. He doesn't miss the faint waver in his partner's usually firm tone—it's the sort of misstep that would signal to him that it's time to circle closer and prepare to strike around anyone else, but the opportunism stays comfortably at bay. He doesn't need to do anything. He's important, in Javert's world. ]
Oh?
[ He knows, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want to hear it again anyway, especially now, with his fever either breaking or just getting worse without approaching any finite end. He hasn't been this sick in years, even after the sudden shock to his immune system that came with leaving a country dubbed as the world's most insular - though he has no intention of telling Javert that. ]
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Oh?
[ He knows, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't want to hear it again anyway, especially now, with his fever either breaking or just getting worse without approaching any finite end. He hasn't been this sick in years, even after the sudden shock to his immune system that came with leaving a country dubbed as the world's most insular - though he has no intention of telling Javert that. ]