[ Yu will nod, wordless, and disappear to go order at the counter. He knows he's probably not making Yosuke feel any better, and distantly, he feels bad for that. The rest of him still feels painfully wound up over the memory, the terror and the empty fury that had come with it.

A few minutes later, he'll return to the table with two cups of coffee. Both are black, and it'll turn out that both are unsweetened. Yu has enough mercy to have brought a few packets of sugar with him at least, and he places those on the table between himself and Yosuke. He'll slide into his seat with a sigh, glancing over Yosuke's stiff and bound up posture and feeling a pang over knowing he caused it. ]

... I won't draw this out any longer. [ A breath. ] Yosuke, what sort of memories have you had? What others have been calling visions, or hallucinomemories.