Seo walked straight to Ruaan.
He reached up and ruffled his hair with both hands, messing it in every direction, and Ruaan grabbed his wrists and pulled them away and made a sound of genuine offence.
"What are you doing?" Ruaan said, raising a brow. "I'm not a child."
"Who knows?" Seo said innocently. He straightened his broken glasses. "Isn't that how spoiled kids are treated?"
"I'm not spoilt."
Seo tilted his head. Then he turned and looked at Oren standing by the treadmill with his arms folded. "What do you think? Is he spoilt?"
Oren looked at Seo.
He looked for exactly one second and then looked away. At the equipment. At the wall. At a point somewhere between Ruaan and Seo that committed to neither of them.
"I have no opinion on that," Oren said. "I have no relationship with the prisoner."
Seo opened his mouth.
Ruaan had a thought.
