[ Myung's jaw clenches, because, fuck, he knows. It's fucking horrible, and he can only imagine how Jiho must feel. He slides off the piano bench and onto the couch by Jiho's side, pulling him in with little effort - if Jiho resists, that's that, but if he doesn't, he'll get a hug. ]

Is there anything anyone can do? Maybe - Adder, or Ros? Surely that should be in their wheelhouse to help him. Make it stop.

[ Myung runs his tongue over his teeth. ]

It's not the same - it's not the same at all, but. Dal doesn't exactly have his own body, you know? I mean, he does, he's real, but he kinda shares, with Bam. The first time I fell asleep here, I woke up with Bam, and I had the freak out of a lifetime. It's not - it's like, I know I'm always going to have to share him, and he can't do anything about it either.