He can't even really say that his leaving would be something he'd expect Siwoon to handle well. They've got enough personal trauma between them to know better.

"I'm here for the morning but I have to go in this afternoon. Until then...I don't know. I think I thought it'd take more time for me to move everything over here." It's weird to consider just how small his life really is. Now that he has a second to breathe, it's all hitting him at once. He could barely fill this room with the solid aspects of his entire life, a decade's worth of blood, sweat and tears to get to the point that maybe, maybe he would be alright and be able to start thinking about pursuing his education. He'd have to start from scratch, but he's used to that at least.

It shows in his face, the general sort of worry, but before he can dwell long he opts to hand his bag over to Siwoon. "What about you? I know you're still supposed to be in school."