Jin wraps his fingers around the mug before closing his eyes and taking a slow sip, letting himself rest against the door frame. Looking to the side on mere impulse, he chuckles and kicks off his boots, and returns to enjoying his tea. chaos sits prim and proper on the steps in front of him, elbows rested on his knees and his fingers intertwined.
"Your tea's cold." Jin motions to the untouched beverage, almost disappointed.
"Is it?" His companion answers without looking back, inducing a frown.
"I thought you liked it."
chaos doesn't answer. He sits for a while longer, upright and staring at nothing in particular. After a while, he shrugs, rises and settles himself down next to Jin. "You think so?" The silver-haired boy reaches over, threading his fingers through Jin's hair, "I can't recall what I've said and what I haven't."
"You're braiding my hair."
"Yes. You don't like it?"
"I think," Jin mutters, his mouth fighting a smile, "that it's quite dangerous to tell you what I like and what I don't like."