He didn't rush it.
After that first clean step, Si Hon stayed where he was, eyes lowered to the open pages as he kept reading, letting the rhythm of the skill settle into him bit by bit. Once or twice, he tried moving again— small attempts, subtle shifts— but they weren't as clean. A little off. A little late. His foot dragged once, his balance slipped the next. Not a failure… just unfinished.
"..Still sloppy," he muttered under his breath, more thoughtful than annoyed, flipping a page as if the answer might be hiding tucked somewhere between the lines.
Then—
"Dad!"
The voice came from behind him, loud enough to break his focus cleanly.
Si Hon paused mid motion, the book lowering slightly as he turned his head. Han stood a short distance away, already looking excited about something, energy practically spilling out of him.
Si Hon closed the book with a soft snap and walked over, expression calm, neutral as always. "Yeah?"
Han didn't answer right away.
