It'll be something for both of them to suffer through. Minsu is doing his best to stay patient, to prove that he's not wanting Sage's magic or body for his own purposes. He wanted him the night he carried him home and crawled into bed with him. He'll want him when they're breathless and pressed together in some darkened club.

But his desires are more than just the most primal, physical. He wants to do this for the fun of it, for the memories, for spending time with him, for being there if Sage needs him. Those things mean more than getting off.

Fucking sap.

"Not nice clothes." Minsu's clothes are normal, functional. They don't really stand out. "We can visit some shops before we go, if you want. You can put me in anything." A n y t h i n g. Think about that.

"Ah! John taught me to meditate. He comes in for coffee sometimes and he has this amazing body." From a strictly clinical standpoint. Minsu notices these things, but they don't inspire any feelings in him. "He's really cool though...you know, like he's the guy who could win any fight if he wanted to, but he seems more like the type who'd be breaking the fight up. I've told him a lot about you." Gushed, possibly. Minsu laughs, not nearly as embarrassed for admitting that as he probably should be. "Clarice is his girlfriend. I don't know her as well, but I know that she likes to eat, and she seems really nice, and she gets the same glow when she talks about John as he does when he talks about her."