"…New York was where I came from…an old house…I was getting away from there for a little while.", he said, shrugging and glancing up at him with some wonderment. He probably thought this was a strange story…he didn’t mind; he wasn’t sure if any of this made sense to him either.
Han Gil was a bit confused as he eyed the male and tilted his head to the side, clearing his throat before he spoke. “Wander.. uhm.. you know that you are in Korea .. right now.. or? Did you just get my question wrong? If so then I am sorry.”, he grined slightly and rubbed irritated his neck as he picked up his coffee, to have a sip from it, before he leaned back against his chair.