[ One did not typically frame glass within glass. On the other hand, Yi Sang supposes he should have known Hong Lu would find no issues with the suggestion. ]

Yes, I believe that should work.

[ Collecting them within the palm of his hand would mean letting go of Hong Lu's. It is only temporary, he supposes as he squeezes Hong Lu's hand back before sliding it out of the others' grasp. They have plenty of time to learn the shape of one another's hands, to count the calluses nestled upon each of their palms. So he nods and pushes himself up to sit on the floor before reaching into his coat's pocket. There, Yi Sang withdraws a leather bound notebook. He opens it in his lap, flips to the back of the notebook, then tears out a sheaf of paper. Yi Sang sets that on the floor as well in between the two of them. ]

Once we have gathered the shards, I will set them on this paper to ensure we do not lose them.

[ Each sheet of paper must be put to good use, but Yi Sang doesn't seem to have any qualms with handing them away. Though the notebook is precious to him, filled with lists of things he holds dear, he readily repurposes those sheets when he comes across a proper purpose for them. On the other hand, he's never hesitated in giving pieces of himself away.

Yi Sang sets to work, picking each piece of glass off the floor all over again and dropping them into his palm. ]