Sitting down next to her, Ian crossed his legs and and offered a hesitant smile, then peered at the translation book questionably. “Yeah… I know.” He tilted his head, brows drawing together in concentration until his eyes averted back to Min-Seo with a softened expression. ”… But little by little, right?” His words fit skittishly in his mouth, and extended out like jumbled pieces while he then proceeded to tell her of his own trouble with trying to learn the language Hindi. And as Ian spoke to her, he would make use of hand gestures or acted out to what he tried to convey, just to communicate the meaning behind the words (even if it mostly just made him look silly.) But then again, he’s never been one for speaking for so long. “And so… um, well— the point is… yeon-seub?”