That small crack in Kyu-Sik's eloquence was enough for Donovan to consider the possibility this was more than it first seemed, although his guard remained high with arms tightly folded over his chest. It was all he had to hold onto, to hide the trembling of his hands.
The hint that Kyu-Sik wasn't happy about whatever was going on caused him hesitation, finding sympathy on the other's behalf where he no longer could for himself. Maybe it was unfair to assume this had anything to do with him other than the dissolution of what little they had, but he owed Kyu-Sik enough to listen, trying not to prematurely fill in the blanks with his own paranoia. He'd listen, even if this was leading to how there was nothing either of them could do in spite of it. Not when Kyu-Sik seemed to already accept it, made the choices he implied he didn't really have.
He wanted this to be over quickly, but not as much as he wanted this moment to never end. That he'd likely never see the other man's face again, he finally allowed himself to gaze upon it, his own features locked into a thinly veneered neutrality as he searched for evidence of what kind of person Kyu-Sik apparently was. A person he apparently couldn't see, something lurking under his moonlit skin. One that had no room for him in his life despite claims of his ability to understand. The emphasis of human sending a slight chill through him.
Donovan didn't want to understand, desperately wanted to wrap himself in denial. "If you know..." Donovan began, not liking where his thoughts were leading. "But you won't... can't help." In, out. Slowly in, he counted down from 5, and then out again. Each breath was strained around his desire to scream.
"You have something to do with it?" he asked warily, because Kyu-Sik seemed like some sort of magnet for the unexplainable, even before they had met. Was it more than luck that had left him unscathed?