[ A thrill runs through him when Yosuke presses close and slips an arm around his shoulder. A wave of guilt follows it just as swiftly before he shoves any and all emotions associated with that moment far down and smothers them.

Instead he tries a smile. It's not quite genuine and doesn't touch his eyes, but it's there. It's all he can muster up. But at least, despite all odds and all feeling right now, it's something he can still put on. ]

Yeah. I'm grateful for you guys. I know you'll have my back. Plus, it's never hard to stay busy.

[ Little knowing just how busy things will get in short order, but that's something else entirely.

If he noticed the switch from "we" to "me," he gives no sign. But that "you" may not be a general you, and if it isn't, well, that would probably be on purpose.

His expression shifts into something a little more troubled at what Yosuke says next. Yu opens his mouth to speak, pauses, and looks away briefly. ]

... however I might feel, please don't hold it against him. As upset as I've been, I know Minato-san is hurting, too. I ... [ Yu grimaces, dropping both hands into his lap and letting the can of tea dangle from his fingertips, between his legs. ] I shouldn't have said what I did about what happened to him. He kept it hidden for a reason. Even if he shouldn't have lied to me, that should have been his to tell anyone else, not mine.

[ It's clear in his face and his voice that he really, truly regrets spilling the beans about Minato's death. His jaw works for a brief moment before he looks at Yosuke again. ]

... I'll be alright. [ Quietly, gently. ] ... I just need time.