Sunny waits patiently, initially, casting a look out beyond the rooftop before finishing the dregs of his coffee. It's early enough that there's plenty of sunlight to see by should he want it, upon heading out, and he has the inkling that he ought to leave Jae to it. He sort of rocks forward like he might stand, but doesn't make it all the way just yet, hands planted on either side of himself against seat edge.

"It's good that we're from the same time and place, ish," Sunny says. "If it works out that we disappear back, that we remember stuff, we should both go to Busan. I'll probably be all homesick by then."

He thinks that's true, even, despite this being an incredibly hypothetical train of thought.