[ Junyoung's eyebrows, meanwhile, have begun a slow climb toward his bangs. ]

Work was fine. Crazy as ever. Actually--a little less crazy since I'm actually home more or less on time for once.

[ He moves to the table, unloading the bottles he has tucked under his arm, then setting down the takeout. ]

I picked up dinner, but no, no ice--

[ Ice cream. It's only then that it hits him, that he realizes what must've happened. ]

Oh-- you didn't. That old container of ice cream at the back of the freezer.

[ That he hid the tissue samples from the gross corpse from the water in. Not that he can say any of that out loud, what with all the surveillance. ]

My bad. I didn't think anyone would eat it. I should've said something.