"…Yunho." The photographer slide the bag on, giving an apologetic smile as he nodded an acknowledgement, "My apologies. I wasn’t expecting to see a familiar face here." It was partially the truth, deciding to keep the fact that he’s thought the other was an attacker or someone that doesn’t exist in the world, to himself.
Then again, meeting Yunho is a great plus. The famous, handsome and responsible manager in the agency, known for his patience and ability to manage a brat by the name of Shim Changmin - which Eric didn’t find to be a mean child though many photographers had feared him at one point in their careers. If there’s anyone that can get him out of that never-ending spiral of threes and dead leaves that has long lost their appeal at that moment, it would be Yunho, right?
God forbid if the other can’t read maps.
"Are you on your way down? If you are, mind if I tag along?" he asked, looking around yet again, "I seem to have lost my way and the map isn’t helping."
With a casual wave of a hand, Yunho dismissed the awkwardness stemmed from that particular moment and he pressed his lips into a small smile. “Nah, it’s cool don’t worry. Never know what to expect in a place like this.” Here he was, though, being set in a lighter mood almost instantly once he registered the other’s identity in his mind. A photographer – he should be familiar with the routes around here, since Yunho made no efforts to do any sort of research about this place before heading down.
Shifting his line of vision downwards, his gaze settling promptly on the map that Eric was holding, and Yunho was about to heave a sigh of relief when the other turned to him and asked if he knew the way down. This was definitely not what Yunho was expecting to hear, and it took him a couple of moments before he was able to react. "I am on my way down. But unfortunately – I’m just about as lost as you. Maybe even worse, because I don’t even have a map with me.“ He took another glance around, seemingly in hopes of catching a couple of details that he might be able to remember, but to no avail. "There should be a way out, right?”