“Nothing you’re ready for.” He keeps it brief. Blunt in the way he just had to mention what she’s capable of hearing, and even with her persona there’s no way she can handle ‘I killed my own father’ without freaking out. Ryu’s mostly scared of what it’ll do to them. Lucky wouldn’t give a shit, he assumes, but Jennie was different and out of the game and he was trying to reconcile here - not push her away further by confirming just what monster he was.
The sarcasm is duly noted. No, he wasn’t here to apologise. He wasn’t even looking for her but takes fate as a sign that maybe they’re meant to have a connection. That even worlds apart in status, he could lean on her as a friend and he could kill whoever was bugging her. The thought forces him in to laughter, and he leans in closer trying to avoid attention for the slightly swollen cheek she had planted. They must look like crazies to continue talking, but he had to know what was going on with Jisoo suddenly being dead, and clearly it took a toll on Jennie more than the estranged friend was willing to show. He’s getting better at reading people, or so he thinks, and holds back on responding what was likely to be insensitive.
“So… what happened? She got sick?” Ah, of course it wasn’t a murder. He forgets sometimes that there were people unaffiliated with crime, and it’s such an alien concept to him that he can’t help but delve further out of sheer curiosity. He’ll deal with Lucky disappearing off the face of the earth some other time. Right now, he’s trying to escape the awkward hole of answering Jennie as he reminds himself a hug was inappropriate for her grief, nor was acting like he had any idea how she was feeling. The death of his mother was nearing its eighth anniversary already. “Hey listen… I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry you had to lose someone so close and can’t even get revenge on it.” That part was necessary. For him, dealing with death wasn’t so much grieving as it was trying to kill the person closest to the ‘cause’ factor, if there was one. “I’ve got a lot of business in Korea now so maybe we’ll run in to each other again. What’s that saying? When one door closes another one opens?” If she could consider him a good door then that alone was miraculous for Ryu.
Was there really anything she wasn’t ready for at this point? Her life’s course had been unexpectedly crazy despite how mundane she felt it was and assumed it’d continue to be yet with Jisoo’s entry in her life, everything that been flipped. But Yun wasn’t exactly the most private person she knew, in a sense that he was open about his illegal deeds even to someone as oblivious to this crooked side of the world like Jennie. So even if she didn’t believe his words, she trusted his judgment as if, in a way, it was to protect her. That’s how she chose to see it anyway whether it was the case. “Mmkay, if you say so.” and she leaves it at that, uncharacteristic of her persistent nature. She wasn’t up for it at the moment. She’ll find out someday, she thinks.
It was just unsettling, the whole setting of them meeting each other like this: literally bumping into each other without prior contact for months. It was telling her he wasn’t intending on finding her again and she wouldn’t have known he still was alive if it wasn’t for fate playing games. It should have been no surprise, yet she feels an ache in her chest just thinking about it. The topic at hand wasn’t really something she was settled on discussing and she still felt distraught by his sudden appearance. But at the same time, she felt it was only right that he knew. He was a friend of Jisoo as well, no matter how odd that sounded in her head or to anyone who could hear about it. But what was more shocking was how he was suddenly apologizing, especially when it hasn’t been long when he said he wasn’t about to. Yet he does, which somewhat makes her guilt-ridden over her somber demeanor.
Anxious gestures ensue, starting with the nail-biting as she starts off with her sob story. “It was an accident. Hit and run,” she said in a lowly tone that implied indifference even when deep inside it was the opposite. “There’s really… not much to say. She passed on right away.” Keyword: passed on. She couldn’t even say the simplest term for it. That was how affected she was in reality. She wasn’t sure what was going on in his mind. It was hard to tell if he felt despair through all this like she did. Does he really care in the first place or was he trying to just get information from her? Maybe he wanted to know just to cause pain to someone. A single mention triggers such thoughts. Revenge. He could sound genuine but he was still, in some way, rotten to the core with the things he indulged himself in.
The fact that he’d left her without closure hadn’t been disregarded. People had reasons for leaving, but his was still unknown until the very moment and she didn’t want to be the one who asserts for an explanation. There was no hope for one, she supposes, as he’d gone off talking about other things. He did say true to his words. He didn’t come to apologize for his leave, and maybe his sympathy for the death of Jennie’s confidant wasn’t sincere at all. She would never truly know with him. “Mm, sure. I guess we will see each other around often. But do I really want that?” she tries to joke with a nudge at the male, a chuckle escaping her that sounded bitter at most. She checks on her wristwatch as if she had something really important to catch when in actuality, she just wanted him to take the hint and leave.