Ralf's fingers moved upward, brushing Sorn's hair behind his ear, causing Sorn to flinch and swat his hand away. He couldn't be sure if the man was being completely honest or if he simply wanted to keep Sorn with his group, but from what he said, it was hard for Sorn not to believe him. Even though he didn't know Ralf well, why did it feel like he could rely on him? Sorn was unsure, but he was perplexed by the information that had just come out of the man's mouth.
As the wind blew into the room, Ralf noticed Sorn shivering. Without hesitation, he pulled a plain black jacket from his bag and draped it over Sorn's shoulders. He clearly meant to help him put it on, and Sorn, without protesting, allowed him to do so. Ralf smiled softly as he helped Sorn slip his arms into the jacket, his gaze warm.
Once the jacket was on, Ralf zipped it up and gave Sorn's shoulders a gentle pat.
