His eyebrows furrowed a little, looking at him in some wonderment before staring into his own coffee with one uncovered blue eye. He looked at Han Gil with some truth in his stare, giving him a soft sigh and speaking rather softly, "My name is Wander..."
That was the only thing he refused to forget to this day, not one for titles anymore...he was 'boss' for a long time, 'the Wanderer' is the most familiar guise compared to anything else...was he a hero before? No, no...that didn't feel right, not now.
He snapped from his drifting thoughts and recalled the other across from him, the question of him not leaving his lost soul adrift in a sea of his own destruction outside. Wander was unsure why people were being so kind now...especially in the state he's become.
"Han Gil...are you truly that concerned? Truly...?"
“Wander.”, he mumbled and tried to remember the name. Han Gil was playing with a spoon and lost in thought in his coffee. The wooden stick was twisting and twirling around in the black liquid while he was waiting for some kind of a reply from the stranger who probably came from japan. It seemed like that this shorter guy was a lot off in his thoughts, so he simply gave him his time to get his mind together before he was replying.
After a while he heared the actually strange question of him. His gaze slid up higher and he looked now back into the eyes of the probably older male and a smile curled up his lips. “What is these days a true concern? The opinions about this are so different that I can’t even reply honestly to that.”, he shrugged and the smiled fainted off. “But I think I am more concerned than others, since they would have let you stand there in the upcoming rain.”. He said as the same time a few raindrops outside started to pour against the cold glass of the windows.