Maybe it was just because of their fight and the drinks combined that made him a little unsteady on his feet. It took a moment for the world to stop spinning. His hand curled and he grasped onto Jae-Ha in turn, while his opposite lifting to his stomach. He coughed a moment, before he shook his head.
"Don't-" He started, and straightened as best he could. The emotion he felt was complicated. He had started and suggested the spar. There was always a winner and a loser in one. Eyes closed, it was a difficult pill to swallow and he did all he could to remain calm.
"You should not apologize for winning. I lost," he murmured. It was like eating a handful of needles. He would just have to train harder for next time. "But this is... a one time loss."