"Warm." Not just to play opposites, but it's the first thing Sunny thinks about since moving to Moscow. "And always growing. Usually upwards. I don't remember a time when I wasn't moving through the central business district and something wasn't being built. I guess in preparation for some indeterminable point in the future when everyone would want to come to Busan when it's done, but I don't think it ever would be."

Sunny smiles, and takes a longer sip of cooling coffee, bitterer without its heat. "It's really pretty, though. I miss living on the coast. I tried to, here."

And of course he'd already known that Jae lived in the UK. Knowing who he was at all was comparable with knowing this fact. But having that context, the journey and the dislocation and his perception lends it depth and texture, makes it familiar almost in a way that Sunny would feel truly silly to explain.