[ The kind of narrow-sighted devotion he requires to be content in a relationship, apparently. Javert's obsessive nature, his loyalty, they work well for him. This isn't someone who would be able to do something like report him to higher authorities or otherwise sell him down the river. He's not capable of it.
Cheol-gang takes a cautious sip, pausing briefly after he swallows to give any unwanted side-effects a moment to rear their head. Things seem... stable. It's not the most pleasant feeling in the world, but he doesn't feel like he's in any imminent danger of throwing up, either, so he takes a few more drinks before he returns the glass to the coffee table.
As he lowers himself back against the cushions he realizes that he'd really be more comfortable in bed — fucking frustrating, seeing as now he won't be able to think about anything else, and there's a degree of ache and soreness that comes with being on his feet, moving in any meaningful way. Cheol-gang sighs, then lurches forward and swings his legs over the edge of the couch, using as much momentum as he can to unsteadily rise to his feet - a spectacle somewhat resembling a new calf's first attempt at using all four of its legs, accompanied by a grunt of discomfort. ]
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[ The kind of narrow-sighted devotion he requires to be content in a relationship, apparently. Javert's obsessive nature, his loyalty, they work well for him. This isn't someone who would be able to do something like report him to higher authorities or otherwise sell him down the river. He's not capable of it.
Cheol-gang takes a cautious sip, pausing briefly after he swallows to give any unwanted side-effects a moment to rear their head. Things seem... stable. It's not the most pleasant feeling in the world, but he doesn't feel like he's in any imminent danger of throwing up, either, so he takes a few more drinks before he returns the glass to the coffee table.
As he lowers himself back against the cushions he realizes that he'd really be more comfortable in bed — fucking frustrating, seeing as now he won't be able to think about anything else, and there's a degree of ache and soreness that comes with being on his feet, moving in any meaningful way. Cheol-gang sighs, then lurches forward and swings his legs over the edge of the couch, using as much momentum as he can to unsteadily rise to his feet - a spectacle somewhat resembling a new calf's first attempt at using all four of its legs, accompanied by a grunt of discomfort. ]
Grab the blanket. Please.