... yeah, [ he breathes. They'd talked about other things - or Minato had, at least, Yu had mostly just listened - but that was really sort of what it came down to, wasn't it? ]

He told me he loved me. [ His voice is barely there. He knits his fingers over the top of his can of tea and then uses the bridge they make as a place to rest his chin as he stares ahead, unseeing. ]

He just... kept repeating that because he's dead, there wouldn't be a future for us. That I deserved someone better. And then he walked away.

[ Yu falls silent for a moment, his eyes hooding. ]

I just can't help wondering if my feelings really mattered to him. I'm sure he'd say they did, and that's probably an unfair thing to think, but... it doesn't feel like he ever considered my position at all. It's...

[ He tilts his head, lifting a few fingertips to press against his forehead. ]

... frustrating.