[ Lennon's eyes brighten and he shakes his head at the offer of the ramen. He doesn't avert his gaze, though, meeting the other's eyes and he'll try his very best to forget them at least for a while. The strangeness of the feeling of being Daeshim's has a weird effect on Lennon. Sometimes...

Sometimes, he feels like there's something deeper there and then sometimes it feels like maybe Daeshim claims him as his because he's a thing to be possessed. And he'd never mustered up the will to ask, to press for answers. Maybe he never would. His eyes lower eventually as he thinks about that boy and there's another pang of sadness.

Since he's already opened the bottle he brings it to his lips to take a sip. It's not the best way to drink whiskey but when your goal is to get drunk fast it's effective. He makes a face, shaking his head slightly and he waits for the other to ask or reach for the drink so he can choose his own time to start. ]

I never really talked to him again.

[ They'd been best friends but that discovery had torn them apart. Lennon had lost everything. Another drink. ]

You don't have to worry about him, or anyone else. You're the only one that gets me to touch me.

[ He sells his body on screen but Daeshim gets to touch him. ]