{What do you think?}

Ian demonstrated Woo-Jin’s earlier acting exactly the way it was. Even though he was dressed as Albert, it wasn’t awkward at all –– it felt as though he was Lloyd himself. Thus, Woo-Jin, who was now portraying Albert, continued reciting his lines smoothly. 

{Even though I can’t see it, I always get good vibes from your paintings, so it puts me in a good mood.}

Woo-Jin was sitting on a chair, looking in the direction of the painting. His gaze was focused on one place for a while before shifting to other places in the next moment. Nobody could tell what those eyes were looking at; it looked as though he was cross-eyed, and his pupils were empty and hollow. 

Whenever Ian recited Lloyd’s lines, Woo-Jin would move and stretch his head towards him and pivot his ear to hear him a little better. 

{Even if you don’t wear them while painting, you have to keep them on at other times. By the way, did you hurt yourself? Why do you smell like blood?}

Rather than asking out of concern, Woo-Jin pressed for an answer. He reached his hand out and felt around Ian’s face. 

{Yes, I hurt myself. I bled a lot yesterday because I hurt myself, but I guess I’m still bleeding.}

Ian reenacted the exact look on Woo-Jin’s face earlier, which frightened him. Imitating someone else’s acting didn’t make him feel humiliated. In fact, if he weren’t able to accomplish that, he wasn’t worthy of being an actor, and that pride itself was dominating him. He was mad at himself for being afraid of Woo-Jin, and that anger was also currently helping him portray Lloyd. 

Because of that, the hearts of other people watching him sank. His acting was certainly not as good as Woo-Jin’s, but it was good enough to create a strong impact. No matter how many times they had watched this scene, they couldn’t get used...