Soo-won had goals. Kuranosuke could respect that. Not everybody had the same tolerance or skills. If it worked for Soo-won, then he wasn't going to judge him for it.

He turned and half-sat on the edge of the couch, drinking his own coffee and pondering the question that Soo-won pushed right back at him. If he were anybody else in the world, he would have deflected the question with a snort.

"...I haven't really thought about it."

Maybe that was weird. Kuranosuke never craved the society of countless people. He had his brother. And Soo-won. And Kenya. What more did he need?

"Do you?"