[ Carefully, Yu lifts a hand and cups the side of Yosuke's face, his thumb sweeping gently over the moonlit plane of skin. He doesn't do anything besides that; just slowly sweeps his thumb back and forth as he watches Yosuke talk. ]
You're not lame at all.
[ A faint smile. ]
I'm glad I'm here, too. ... more than I can say.
[ It's tough for him to put into words. But he'll shut his eyes and shift so they're ... close. Not quite close enough to kiss, but their hair will intermingle on the pillows. ]
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You're not lame at all.
[ A faint smile. ]
I'm glad I'm here, too. ... more than I can say.
[ It's tough for him to put into words. But he'll shut his eyes and shift so they're ... close. Not quite close enough to kiss, but their hair will intermingle on the pillows. ]