[Crisis averted? Perhaps. If Stephen hasn't noted his slip-up, Yujin will simply have to pretend he'd never accidentally showed his hand at all: he's just inattentive enough to have missed Stephen's reaction this time. Either that, or he's too eager to take hold of some sense of security when he can get it, rather than teetering dangerously on the edge of this underlying tension between them.]

He's a homemaker and a handyman. [Stephen Strange is not a homemaker, the takeout-and-neighbor-party-leftovers problem is already on its way to becoming an issue. But Yujin huffs, amused.] How incredibly multi-talented you are, Stephen. Don't let that alien woman across the street steal you away from me, now.

[That still sounds like enough of a joke, right? But the wry expression on his face instead softens at Stephen's suggestion. As it so happens, he does want to play hooky: all it took was Stephen effectively giving him the permission to do so.]

I'll consider it. But it is a small town.

[Yujin's tone is even, expression unreadable, as he mulls the prospect over, eyes fixed on the dwindling level of whiskey in his glass.]

What would we do with two free days?