"If I say I'll go to the Tower, will you get angry again?"
As expected, a frown immediately formed on Han Joon's forehead. "You're going to leave your daughter?"
"No--not now, I mean...not right away," Han Shin quickly shook his head while grabbing his hyung's arms. Really--Han Joon's angry face was scary, but not because it looked menacing. More than anything, it was because Han Shin felt like he would disappoint his older brother if the ever-patient man got angry. "I have talked about it with noona, and she gave me permission."
There was nothing coming out of the older brother; no answer, no expression. Quietly, the man stepped back and walked to the window, staring at the bustling city and the garden outside.
Han Shin pressed his lips and stared at the quiet back. The solid back that had been shielding him from the bad world. That solid back looked exhausted, and Han Shin desperately wanted to support that shield of his.
