[ Kwang nods - that's something, at least. Jiho seems to want something, someone, and to allow himself to have it, from time to time.

Pursing his lips, Kwang leans back. ]

I can do something else for the pain, if you want. It doesn't involve pills.

[ And then - ]

I used to be closed off, too. I used to refuse allowing anyone close, because what would be the point? I'd watch them die, or they'd realize how much of a fuck up I am. But letting people in, it can be healing. And when they do care, just - take it. Allow it. Let them hold you, or cry for you, or share your pain. It might end up making you feel better.