The hotel room was thick with tension, Hirvan was kneeling before Greg, his head dropping, and sadness and guilt swirled inside of him.
Across the room, Seung was pacing back and forth, the soles of his shoes tapping non-rhythmically against the floor, showing how frustrated he was.
He could not phantom why Hirvan reacted negatively to his explanation.
'This is the truth! Why is he being stubborn?!'
Greg rubbed his forehead, annoyed by Seung's restless movement. Each step made his throbbing headache worse. Finally, He lost his patience.
"Seung! Go take a walk, get some fresh air. You are driving me crazy."
Seung halted mid-step and turned to the two, glancing at Greg and Hirvan, his jaw tightened. He realised that it was a mistake to meet Hirvan while Greg was also in the room. Of course, all of Hirvan's attention would be focused on Greg. He let out a heavy sigh and said.
"Alright. Call me when you've done catching up."
