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Late into the evening Sang Huin had the waiter calculate the tab and then suggested that they continue drinking elsewhere. Both were drunk at this time and drunkenness was making them thirsty. He and Saeng Sob returned to the yogwam with a case of beer they purchased at a convenience store. They slept together. Naked and awakening from sleep, Sang Huin listened to the breathing of his friend.
Sang Huin understood that Seong Seob was pursing a relationship that was more than a bit at odds with the world in even the most libertine culture. He also acknowledged that Saeng Seob was visiting a suffering boy whom he wanted to run away from.
Even if Saeng Seob at times exhibited double his own reticence making conversation short of impossible, he knew that this was even less of a reason to judge him than the fact that he was such an unmotivated sloth. Still it was natural to think that one's own introverted character was right in being such and that someone else who was sometimes even more reticent, was abnormal.
Sang Huin's bereaved mind had already buried him as one more corpse of friendship that had amassed in a huge burial hill since early childhood. He did not know what to say. "Can I come in?" asked Seong Seob. "You came all the way here by yourself?" asked Sang Huin. "I'm blind but I'm not ignorant of how to tell a taxi driver an address," said Saeng Seob.
"And you take classes?" asked Sang Huin. "Sometimes," said Saeng Sob. "Maybe we can get something to eat after the performance if you aren't busy," said Sang Huin. "Maybe. They're probably ready to start." Sang Huin and the blind Saeng Seob returned to their seats. Then, after the performance, he cornered him in the ambiguity of a "maybe" which a strong will could distort to affirmation.
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