[ Yu only smiles, wan and tired in his bones, at Yosuke's reassurances. That's just it: it's not that he doesn't trust Yosuke. He just feels so incredibly guilty for what he did that he said it anyway. It's a relief to hear the promise.
He lets his head drop between his shoulders, sighing heavily through the warm, solid grip on his shoulder. Finally, he opens the can of tea and lifts it to take a sip. ... and then another, because he didn't realize how dry his throat had gone with all this talking and all this wrenching emotion.
A certain fondness, and immense gratitude, fills his expression when he looks at Yosuke again. He doesn't feel ready to face ... a lot of things. Minato, his other friends, the world. But he doesn't have a choice. He can't stop moving, stop doing, stop being the leader.
But maybe ... maybe it won't be as bad as it feels like it ought to be.
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He lets his head drop between his shoulders, sighing heavily through the warm, solid grip on his shoulder. Finally, he opens the can of tea and lifts it to take a sip. ... and then another, because he didn't realize how dry his throat had gone with all this talking and all this wrenching emotion.
A certain fondness, and immense gratitude, fills his expression when he looks at Yosuke again. He doesn't feel ready to face ... a lot of things. Minato, his other friends, the world. But he doesn't have a choice. He can't stop moving, stop doing, stop being the leader.
But maybe ... maybe it won't be as bad as it feels like it ought to be.
Not with Yosuke here. ]
Thanks, Yosuke. For everything.