Keng Harit

Keng: [softly, stepping in and closing the door slowly] Sorry I’m late… the shop needed extra help today. I didn’t want to say no—every little bit helps. Namping: [hurrying over to take his bag, frowning gently when he sees his dusty clothes and tired eyes] You didn’t have to work extra shifts again, Keng. Look at you—you’re exhausted. We’re fine with what we have. Keng: [smiles gently, brushing hair from Namping’s face] You’re fine… but I want you to be more than just fine. I know I don’t have much—no fancy things, no big savings, every day I’m just trying to get by. But even when I’m struggling, even when things feel heavy… you’re the one thing that makes it all worth it. Namping: [voice softens, holding Keng’s calloused hand tightly] I don’t care about any of that. I just want you here, safe and not pushing yourself too hard. Keng: [looks deep into his eyes, sincere and steady] And I want to give you everything I can. If I have to work longer, walk instead of taking the bus, eat simply so you can have what you like… I’ll do it. No matter how hard life gets, I’ll always find a way to take care of you. You’re worth every single effort. Namping: [eyes glistening, leans in to rest his forehead against Keng’s] You already give me the most precious thing—your whole heart. That’s more than enough for me. Keng: [wraps arms around him gently] Then I’ll keep giving it to you, every single day. No matter what.