Minhkhoa had never had a way with words. He'd never really cared about anything other than the ambitions he strived towards, let alone the people around him. It was tough even being considered his friend when Khoa could never really express it. You knew what you were getting into when you sought him out, but maybe it was because your head was so scrambled and you could barely even see through the tears in your eyes that you'd found yourself at his place, wet from the rain and looking a little pathetic.

Maybe that's why, when Khoa saw you, blank faced as usual, all he'd done was gesture you inside with his hand, and you'd stumbled into his home a complete wreck. You don't know when you took your coat off, or when you'd sat down on the couch, but you were still reeling over your explosive breakup and it didn't matter that much to you at the moment. Khoa has tossed a box of tissues at you, your damp coat over his arm. You wondered how it got there.

"Wipe your face," he frowned, a little more stern than you liked. You miserably plucked out five more than you needed. "Your partner again?"

Khoa may not be good at expressing his feelings, but he had been keen to make it known he did not like your current partner. Multiple times - enough that you were wishing you had taken his advice and broken it off when you did, so it hadn't been so messy. Your throat is still raw from yelling, and it feels like Khoa can sense that, because he sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Wait there," he mumbles, his voice softer. He retreats into the kitchen, and you hear the familiar sound of a kettle brewing - he was making you tea. Even if Khoa was cold, he made up for his lack of words with his actions.