PARK CHAN YEOL

Kim Jongin placed the foldered report on my desk rather clumsily before dropping himself on the chair in exhaustion. It's almost the end of the month and it is his turn to submit a financial report of C&B since my fiance did it the last time. I took the green folder and slipped it under the pile of other paper works I am reviewing and signing. Being the heir to a huge chain of companies and businesses isn't making everything any easier so I am glad Baekhyun and Jongin are very much considerate especially on days like this.

"It's not a really fine weather today, don't you think?" Jongin sighed. "I'm sweating like crazy."

I nodded without looking up from my work, although I'm not really sure because my office here at the Park Corp. main building is air conditioned and I haven't left my seat since seven in the morning. God. It felt like ages ago. After flipping a folder closed, I grabbed my phone and checked it for any messages.

None. I frowned.

"Why isn't he texting me?" I mumbled to no one but myself.

Unluckily, this guy heard me and he immediately knew who I am referring to. "Um," Jongin started, looking at me incredulously. "Maybe because it's a Friday and he's still in class?"

I bit my lip, pouting as I played with the pen I am holding. "Hm," I nod. "That makes sense... I guess." Sighing, I took another pile of papers and browsed through them, surprising myself when the letters started to shake and blur, making me close my eyes and massage my temples. Ugh. This isn't good. I've done enough reading and analysis already. My brain's almost burned out.

"You're stressed, man," Jongin grinned like a complete idiot. "Take a break will you? Do you even know what time is it already?"

I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back on my chair. "What?"

"Three in the afternoon."

"Sht," I cursed, sighing. "I forgot about lunch."

"See?" Jongin sighed back. "You can't even feel your own hunger. Look, I know work's hard these days considering the struggle in sales and marketing but--"

There was suddenly a knock and I cleared my throat before saying, "Come in, please."

"Mr. Park?"

I looked up to see Do Kyungsoo holding the office door open. "Yes, Kyungsoo?"

Kim Jongin turned on his chair to look at him and his eyes widened a bit, which he tried to hide by grabbing one of my folders and browsing through the papers aimlessly. What the hell? Why is he so obvious? If you don't like someone to know you like them, you don't act like a fcking idiot on their faces.

"I'm finished with the 2015 files," Kyungsoo said, face emotionless. "Do you want me to do anything else?" I blinked a couple times because I just realized how Baekhyun isn't kidding when he said Kyungsoo's stares could basically make you think of a horror movie starring innocently looking ghost murderers. But I immediately shook that thought away. Do Kyungsoo is still a nice person of course.

I looked around my office and motioned for Kyungsoo to enter the room. When he did, Jongin obviously went stiff and I have to roll my eyes at the embarrassing sight. "Yes, please," I said before pointing at a huge row of cabinets at the far end of the room. "The files there are the newest and I want you to arrange them by date. Thank you, Kyungsoo."

Kyungsoo nodded before he went and started carefully opening the drawers and placing folders after folders on a table. He started checking the dates and as he gets lost to whatever he's doing, Jongin suddenly leaned on the desk to look at me straight in the eyes. "What the hell, Park Chanyeol?" he hissed under his breath. "What is a barista doing here in your office arranging files?"

"What is it to you?" I raised a brow. "It's his day off."

"And he's supposed to be resting," he argued, voice drowned by the classical music coming out of my speakers. He's lucky Kyungsoo doesn't seem to hear my friend throwing tantrums.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "Here's the thing, I fired my secretary and I can't find a new one yet," I started to explain. "Baekhyun suggested I could ask Kyungsoo to sub because according to my fiance, the barista could basically do anything and he's only arranging files, nothing much. Besides, I'm paying him and it's only for today so you don't need to worry."

Jongin immediately blushed. "Worrying?" he forced a nervous laugh. "I-I'm not worried!"

"Yeah, right," I rolled my eyes. "You and your lying face."

"What the fck--" Jongin pursed his lips, catching himself. Then he narrowed his eyes into slits as he looks at me. "I hate you, Park Chanyeol."

With that, I took another folder to sign. "Fine. Whatever."

Kim Jongin turned to give Kyungsoo a quick glance. "He's--" he swallowed. "He's not even that cute."

"Are we not done here yet?" I groaned. "I don't have time for this."

But the jerk just ignored me and continued blabbering nonsense. "He doesn't even smile that nice!"

I shut the folder, clenching my fingers into a tight fist. "Kim. Fcking. Jongin--"

"His hair doesn't suit him well, you know?"

"--I swear to god--"

"When he talks, his voice doesn't really catch me off guard."

"--if you don't stop right now--"

"His stares doesn't really make my heart pound in my chest."

"--I'm going to kill you--"

"I-I... I don't like him, you know," he smiled absentmindedly. "I-I don't--"

"SHUT THE HELL--!"

"Hey there, you guys!"

Both Jongin and I looked at the door in unison to see Byun Baekhyun holding huge paper bags in both hands and a paint-splattered body bag hanging on his shoulder. His hair looks disheveled and his cheeks are blushing red from the heat outside. He's grinning from ear to ear as he looks at us but what made me stand immediately and walk up to him is the fact that he's wearing white high socks and shorts that stops a few inches up his knees.

"Hey, Baekhyun!" Jongin went to his feet to greet Baek. "Wow. You look extremely cute today."

"What?" Baekhyun laughed, shaking his head. "It's a hundred degrees outside and I'm sweating like hell-- Oh!" My fiance almost jumped in surprise when I pulled him closer by the waist before wrapping my coat around his hips. I tied the sleeves tightly with a frown and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as a greeting. Baekhyun typically wears shorts when the temperature is high. But every time he does it, it doesn't really calm me.

"Hey," I murmured and Baekhyun looks up at me, eyes shining. "You're here."

Baekhyun smiled. "I brought food," he said. "I hope you're still hungry."

"Sure--"

"Oh, Chanyeol forgot about lunch," Jongin butted in. "He's lucky you're bringing him some."

Fck you, Kim Jongin.

With that, Baekhyun's eyes widened a bit in worry. "What? Why?"

"It's just work," I said before taking his hand and all his paper bags and guiding him to a small lounge at the side of my office. Kim Jongin followed even when I gave him the death glare. When Baekhyun's eyes caught Kyungsoo, he gave him a wave and invited him for food but the barista just shook his head 'no'. When he turned to me again, he's slightly pouting but that just made me smile at him despite the situation. I don't really like making Byun Baekhyun worry. He overthinks sometimes and I don't want that.

"Why aren't you eating?" Baekhyun asked as I sat beside him on the couch. Without waiting for my answer, he immediately took a paper bag and pulled out a lunch box from inside. "This one's from the cafe. Do you want rice? I brought some meat and sushi, too." He opened everything and arranged them on the table in front of us.

"Baby, I'm fine," I grinned as I started running a palm on his back. "You should eat, too."

"I'm good," he mumbled, feeding me some marinated beef. "Jongin, you eat, too. I brought a lot." He even gave Jongin a huge smile and my friend has to blink dumbly at the sudden gesture. Byun Baekhyun could really be disarmingly breathtaking a lot of times in a row and you won't even have a heads up. He's just... gorgeous.

Jongin stuffed his mouth with some bulgogi. "Oh my god, Baek," he mumbled without really thinking. "You're really attractive today, what's with you?"

"Kim Jongin," I warned in a tight voice. But then again, he just ignored me.

"Did you get a haircut?" Jongin asked. "Or did you dye your hair?"

"Um, no?" Baekhyun laughed. "I didn't change my hairstyle."

"Maybe you're on a diet?" he continued to ask. "Are you a vegetarian now?"

Baekhyun giggled and it's a wonderful sound. "Jongin, you're nuts," he mumbled. "I'm the same, okay? Now. Just eat up."

Jongin pouts and he turned to me innocently, like nothing of what he's saying now is making me pissed off. "He's definitely prettier than ever," he commented. "His face is blooming. His skin is more flawless. He's basically a walking porcelain doll and he's--"

"--Mine." I sneered and this time, Jongin has to stop. I gave him a stare long enough to make him purse his lips and swallow, looking away apologetically and stuffing more food into his mouth. With a sigh, I shook my head and went to grab a water bottle from the table. "Really, Jongin, you should work on your sensitivity."

"It's just--" Jongin sighed while chewing. "Baekhyun really is--- But I don't like him in that way, you know."

"I know," I rolled my eyes. "You like the barista."

"Shut up!" Jongin hissed, glaring at me this time before throwing busy Do Kyungsoo a nervous look.

But Baekhyun just laughed as he continued feeding me, shaking his head in amusement. "You're just hungry, Kai, that's why you're saying things," he reached out to wipe the bottom of my lip with his fingers before licking them clean. "Is the meat good? Mom helped me prepare them."

I smirked at him, forgetting our now-sulking friend. "You're preparing meat now?" I teased. "Ooh, he's learning."

"I told you I'm gonna learn how to cook," Baekhyun pouts. "I don't want servants preparing your food in the future. At home, my husband should only eat what I prepare, okay? So eat it even when it doesn't taste good."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Sure, sure. You're the boss."

Baekhyun grinned proudly. "That's right. I'm the boss," he winked. "So, is it good?"

I nodded. "It's really good, baby."

He grinned in appreciation before his expression slowly turned to curiosity. "Oh, by the way," he started as he prepared a rice bowl and give my desk a quick glance. "Are you working late tonight?"

"Maybe?" I muttered, unsure. "Why? Do you want me for anything?"

"No. Not really," Baekhyun said. "Just text or call me if you're already home. Is it okay?"

I frowned. "'Course it's fine. But why?"

Baekhyun shrugged. "Just so I'll know and won't worry too much, Park Chan," he gave me another sincere smile and continued preparing my meal. I would have kissed him senseless then and there if it wasn't for the two other people in the room. It's just a simple thing. It is almost insignificant for other people. But those little things Byun Baekhyun does just make me love him more. Those little things could make my heart pound like crazy.

I reached out to brush his hair. "Sure," I murmured. "I'll call you."

Soon, Do Kyungsoo finished his job and Kim Jongin immediately bid his farewell probably to follow the barista out. He might be really subtle about it but he obviously likes the guy. I mean, come on, who acts so nervous and idiotic in front of someone for no apparent reason?

Byun Baekhyun and I were left alone and I helped him fix the table and throw all the trash out. But instead of going back to my desk and finishing my work, we stayed on the couch for a while and I have to pull him to my lap to keep him from going anywhere. We've been together for years, I know, but I can never stop treating him like I fell in love with him for the first time. I rested my chin on his shoulder before gesturing at the paper bags. "You bought a lot of things," I pointed out. "What are those? They were heavy."

"Remember this museum at Jeju I was telling you about?" he asked.

I nodded. "Uh-huh."

"Well, I'll be working on sculptures for their exhibit next month," Baekhyun explained. "I was chosen as one of our school's representatives."

"Wow." I grinned, tipping my head to kiss his cheek. "Congratulations, baby. That's-- That's a huge thing, right?" But my grin was replaced by confusion when I saw the look on his face. Byun Baekhyun tries to smile but he kind of ends up pouting.

He lets out a troubled breath. "I'm kind of nervous now because I can't seem to find an inspiration yet," he breathes. "I have to submit at least three pieces and it's-- it's hard to start." He bit his lip and stared at the bags with worry, probably racking his brain for anything he could create. Baekhyun is both a really good sculptor and painter although he paints more because inspirations for his paintings are coming more frequently and powerful.

I kissed his shoulder, running my hand along the curve of his waist. "You'll do well," I whispered. "I know you will."

Baekhyun smiled weakly as he turned so he could touch my face and brush my hair gently. "Thanks," he whispered back. "You always believe in me and I really thank you for that, Chanyeol. I... I just wish I am as confident with myself as you are with me."

"Byun Baekhyun, you're always doing something lovely even when you don't know it," I said. "Of course I believe in you. You're like-- You're like my spirit animal." I kidded with a smirk and Baekhyun giggled, eyes folding into pretty crescents. The sight always take my breath away and I did nothing but wrap him tighter in my arms. He cupped my face with his hands before giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, almost catching me by surprise.

"Oh, I missed that," Baekhyun breathed before kissing me again. Longer this time. "God, I've missed you."

I held unto his waist and helped him when he moved to straddle me. "I've missed you, too," I murmured, capturing his lips in earnest. "Sht, Baek, I've really missed you real bad." I pressed my palm on his back and pulled, keeping his lips pressed against mine as I angled my head to deepen the kiss. There's still no tongue involved but I already feel the room heating up faster than ever. Baekhyun gripped my shoulders, nails digging unto my dresshirt as he pulled me, groaning low in his throat with every kiss.

When I started to slip my hand under his shirt, Baekhyun suddenly pulled back, gasping for air and grabbing my hand off him. "Oh no," he pants, shaking his head. "We can't-- It's an office and you're working." He started to unwrap his legs around my waist but I stopped him. "No, Chanyeol--"

"It's fine," I muttered, breathless. "Just keep your voice down." I started to kiss his neck, trailing soft featherlight kisses on the skin and my fiance has to try really hard to push me away. When he did, his face is crimson red. Sht. He's really beautiful even in this state.

"Someone might come in," he argues, palms pressed on my chest to keep me at a distance.

"Well, they have to knock," I smirked. "And I'll send them away."

"I didn't even knock and I entered your office effortlessly!"

I gave him a look. "Baby, you're my fiance. You don't have to knock," I sighed. "What's mine is yours, remember?"

With that, Baekhyun pouts and looks at me suspiciously. "You're doing this on purpose," he accused. "You're saying things that makes me want to kiss you."

I cocked my head to one side as I stared into his eyes. "Do you even have any clue on how stunning you look right now?" I murmured, reaching for his hair and brushing the loose strands back on place. "And to be perfectly honest, I only have too little self control left. You're basically driving me crazy."

"That's just because you're an insatiable beast, Park Chanyeol," he giggled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're hornier when you're tired so go get some sleep." Baekhyun leaned down to give me a gentle peck on the forehead, making me sigh. But when he started to get off me, I grabbed his waist and kept him in place. "Babe--"

I kissed him then because I don't want to hear what he has to say. "I want you," I pant, kissing him and liking the fact that he's kissing me back with the same eagerness. "I want you so bad, Byun Baekhyun." I hugged his waist closer to my body and Baekhyun arched his back, grabbing my face in both hands as he kisses me hungrily. I know he wants me, too. He just needs to see how badly I am craving for him these past few days. Hours without him feel like days. And days stretch to months. I told you. He drives me mad.

"We got to be quick," Baekhyun groaned when I suckled his bottom lip. "Just-- Ahhh..."

I slipped my palms under the hem of his shorts, the tips of my fingers finding his briefs. They're tight and when I grazed the surface, I could feel the goosebumps rising to his skin. Baekhyun's skin feels like nothing but feather as I massaged his thigh, my palms savoring the smoothness of every inch of him. How come he is this beautiful? To be perfectly honest, I don't even have a word fitting enough to describe how gorgeous he is in so many ways.

Sliding my palms under his thighs, I felt Byun Baekhyun tense for second. He continued kissing me but his hands started to travel down my chest, grabbing my dresshirt to pull me closer to him. His tongue invaded my mouth and I invaded his, running the wet muscle along the roof of his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. Baekhyun sucked on my tongue and I groaned as my hands explored deeper and deeper inside his tight bottom wear. I squeezed and caressed, finding what I really want to find. And when my palms finally found his buttocks, Baekhyun gave out a gasp.

"Sht, no," Baekhyun moaned against my lips. "Let's just-- Ahh... T-Touch..." His eager fingers found the front of my trousers and my fiance tilted his head to one side, letting my lips slide from his to the bottom of his chin. I gave his neck gentle pecks, my hands doing a lovely job massaging his backside until his body's tensing and shivering from the overall arousing sensations. In one swift move, I could already feel the air hitting my hardening member. Byun Baekhyun tugged on the waistband of my boxers but he didn't make any move on removing them all the way. "Here," he pants, grabbing one of my hands and pressing them on his erection.

I smirked and tipped my head back, capturing his swollen lips all over again. Almost immediately, Baekhyun moaned low in his throat. I've always been a good kisser and my fiance knows that. And that's one of the many reasons why he forbids me from kiss him when he's mad at me. He knows he's undoubtedly weak when it comes to my kisses. As I started fumbling with the front of his shorts, I felt smooth, warm hands wrap around my c*ck in earnest. I bit unto Baekhyun's lower lip and he moaned loud enough to be heard by people outside. When I felt hotness grazing my hand, I wasted no time in wrapping both my palms around his shaft, stroking slowly.

"Fck," Baekhyun groaned as he pulled back to breathe. His eyes are squeezed shut as he arched his back and grip my member harder. Byun Baekhyun started stroking me with trembling hands and every time I tried to match his movements, he would moan my name between short, ragged breaths. His thumb went up to the tip of my c*ck, brushing and tracing the slit until I am chewing on my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning loudly. I moved my hand up and down and Baekhyun gapped his lips to let out a shaky breath that made me shiver. In turn, he started stroking me faster and harder. I jacked him off with as much enthusiasm until he can't keep down the noises he makes and he has to kiss me again for a few more seconds before pulling back and meeting my eyes as he breaths through his mouth.

I looked up and watched his face change and relax because of pleasure. "What?" he pants before biting his lip. "W-Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing," I chuckled between heavy breaths. "You're just-- I--"

"What?" Baekhyun punch my chest lightly. "You what?"

"I just--" I let out a laugh. "I--"

"You what, Park Chanyeol?" Baekhyun giggles.

I met his eyes again. "I... I just love you. That's all."

With that, Byun Baekhyun blushed even more and he tried to hide that by looking away. "D-Don't--" he rolled his eyes. "Don't say it like that in the middle of sex."

BYUN BAEK HYUN

"No," I shook my head, pushing the table away and getting on my feet. "This can't be. This can't be happening." My hands went to my hips as I stared at the half molded sculpture lying on my working table, hating the fact that I can't understand what I'm making. I have already spent hours and hours molding and shaping the hardening clay but my ideas seem to have nowhere to go. When I looked up, I noticed the untouched dinner near the door. I didn't even notice my mother bringing the tray in my studio.

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration before untying my apron around my waist and throwing it to the floor. I started pacing the room and playing with my fingers in nervousness. Sht. What is happening to me? I can't be like this. Not today. Not when the exhibit is fast approaching. I need to submit my best pieces. Those created with both heart and passion. I cannot give them half-hearted ones. They don't deserve it. Art doesn't deserve that.

"Fck. Fck. Fck," I stumbled to a chair, grabbing my phone and speed dialing my fiance's number. It rang for a few times before the time at the top of my phone's screen caught my notice and I immediately pressed 'End'. "Oh, sht. It's three in the morning," I groaned. "I'm so sorry."

But after a few seconds, 'PCY calling...'

"No!" I gave myself a hard mental slap before answering the call. "H-Hey. I'm so sorry about calling you. It was accident. I-I was just being stupid." I slapped my cheek this time for real and I want to kick myself again for being such an inconsiderate and complete idiot. My fiance's dead tired about work and here I am, doing things I shouldn't be doing. Idiot, Byun Baekhyun.

Park Chanyeol's voice is surprisingly clear when he spoke. "It's fine," he muttered. "What is it? I was worried..."

"It's nothing," I smiled. "Go back to sleep."

There was a pause and a series of movements. "Is it about... the pieces?" Chanyeol's voice is really anything but sleepy, like he's sitting up in complete interest as to what I have to say. I started chewing unto my bottom lip, feeling more guilty than ever.

"No," I lied. "Just go back to sleep, Park."

"Ooh... So it's about the pieces," Chanyeol chuckled. "Why? Having a hard time starting?"

"No," I lied again, feeling more frustrated but quite relieved. My heart swells for Park Chanyeol and the fact that he knows me and he knows what I wanted to hear. I moved to a corner of the room, sitting on the floor and hugging my knees to my chest. My studio is messier than ever because of discarded piles of paper and clay and wood and paint and glue. Sculpting really is a messy job.

"Hm," he lets out a sigh. "Why are you lying to me right now, Byun Baekhyun?"

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my forehead on against my knees. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "I'm sorry, Park Chanyeol. I just don't want to bother you with these shts..."

"You aren't bothering me, baby," Chanyeol said matter-of-factly. "What are you saying?"

"You're awake right now because of me," I pointed out. "If that isn't a bother, then I don't know what is."

Chanyeol lets out another sigh and I could almost imagine him pouting. "You know this isn't the first time you're calling me in the middle of dawn, Byun Baek," he said. "You're my fiance. You are my responsibility and I would never regret that for anything."

"I know," I choked as I felt the frustration and stress building up in my guts. "I-I'm sorry. Again." I pursed my lips shut because I know that the next few words would bring me to tears. I don't want to say anything else. I really would have contained everything inside me until I'm ready to burst out hopeless. But this is Park Chanyeol and I love him and he's one of the very few people who actually knows me. 

"Baby?" Chanyeol whispered, his voice soft and kind. "You could always talk to me, you know?" 

With that, the first sob suddenly escaped my lips. "Park Chanyeol..." I started crying, tears running down my face disgustingly. "I'm just so tired right now, you know? My brain's screwed up and it's feels like a blank slate. Like-- Like I am not an artist.  At all! I know this happens to me every fcking time but maybe right now, the nervousness is just kind of eating me up because this coming exhibit is a big, big break and I can't lose it. I can't have any regrets." 

"Oh, baby, you're going to be fine," Chanyeol breathes. "You're amazing. You truly are. I know you can make it. Just don't force yourself for now, maybe. Rest. Breathe, okay?"

I bit my lip and hugged my knees tighter. "I'm trying..." I sobbed. "Believe me."

"I know, baby, I know," he cooed. "And I'm sorry if I can't offer any help with the sculptures, you know how I really I apologize for that. You know, you fell in love with a really non-artsy person." There was a nervous laugh from the other line and I can't help but let out a chuckle, too. Park Chanyeol really does make things easier even when he doesn't really know that.  

"It's fine, baby," I murmured, feeling a lot better than a while ago. "You talking to me right now is more than enough already..."

"But..."Chanyeol started. "You know I can help you with other things... Right?"

That made me frown. "Like what?" 

Suddenly, the door of the studio swung open and Park Chanyeol entered with a huge box of pizza in one hand and a paper bag in the other. A scarf is wrapped around his neck and he's wearing thick clothes with his phone pinned between his ear and shoulder. When he caught my eyes, he grinned at me, winking. "Hey," he chuckled. "Good morning, Byun Baekhyun." 

I was on my feet in a second, walking up to him like he's some apparition I wasn't supposed to see. "Holy--" I shook my head to clear my mind. "W-What-- How-- W-Why are you here?" I started wiping the tears off my face, feeling a lot more embarrassed about the fact that he's seeing me in such non-pretty state. I stood there, gaping at him as Park Chanyeol turned off his phone, placed all the food on a table, and remove his scarf to hang it on the rack by the door. 

Before answering my question, Chanyeol slowly moved to hold my face in his hands, his thumb wiping the tears off my face. "I know what this exhibit is making you feel, baby," he said, sincerely looking into my eyes. "I actually woke up around one and I immediately thought of you so I ordered some take-out and came here. I... I was really worried about you. Sorry for coming in unannounced. I'm sorry." Slowly, Chanyeol wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in the warmest hug I had for days. The contact immediately calmed my insides in a way no one can ever do. 

"Don't apologize," I murmured, my lids falling close as I hug him back. "Please don't."

Park Chanyeol leaned down to kiss my hair. "Please don't stress yourself too much," he whispered. "I love you. I don't want to see you like this." 

"Sorry," I whispered back. "And thank you. Thank you for the food... and yourself... and everything. Just-- Everything, Park Chan." I hugged him tighter then, burying my face against his chest and breathing in the cold Seoul air. He really smells good and it almost made my head dizzy with comfort. I needed this. I needed this so much. 

Suddenly, Chanyeol lets out an, "Oh!" before pulling back and cupping my face so I could look at him. "The food's gonna get cold. You should eat, Baek." He even gave my untouched dinner a troubled glance before pressing his lips on my forehead, his expression worrisome.  With that,  I nodded and still with my arms wrapped around his waist, I stood on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on the lips. 

"Thank you," I repeated in a soft voice. "You must really, really love me." 

Chanyeol chuckled but his cheeks are blushing red, "I love you, alright?" he said. "Now, eat up or I'll never do this again." He even narrowed his eyes at me, adding dramatic effect which only made me giggle and shake my head in amusement. 

"Liar," I laughed. "You love spoiling me." 

Chanyeol pouts as he rolls his eyes. "Oh well," he sighed. "You're right."