Hunter nods because he knows that already. And to be honest, he’s glad. From what he’s seen, Lennon looks happy here. Happy with Daeshim. Back home he always looked…kind of sad even if he was pretending to be fine and flirty.

There isn’t a wrong, though. Hunter didn’t have any real ties to Lennon or anyone else here. That was okay. It was something he was used to.

“What do you mean?” He thinks about the acorn in his pocket, didn’t he already do that? That’s what the nut meant…acceptance.