Yu is both laughing and wincing as the two boys make their way back up the stairs, Yosuke ranting the whole time about how dumb this was and did he have a death wish and oh god he's so glad you're okay and never, ever do this again, not ever, you hear him, and what's with that sword? Did you go in with two swords? It's cool, but seriously, that's kind of overkill.
Yosuke's arm is warm around his back, fingers curled securely and protectively over his rib cage, and Yosuke's shoulders feel solid and steady under his arm in turn. Their body language is completely comfortable and in sync with each other, even when they bump hips or have to pause for Yosuke to rearrange or Yu to just breathe through the pain.
Once they're up the stairs, Yu interrupts Yosuke's unending rant - has he breathed yet? - to murmur, ]
It's broken.
[ Yosuke goggles at him, then curses and hefts Yu's arm more securely over his shoulders. ]
"Of course it is. You know, man, I'd rip you a new one, but I'd rather let Chie and Naoto do it for me. It'll be way more satisfying."
[ There's a certain sympathy and gratitude in the way he cuts his gaze sideways to look at Yu's face, though, and Yu can't help the warmth that suffuses him. As they move through the second floor, Yu busily swaps mental connections, reassuring Rise they're alright before switching back over to Chatterclock. ]
Happy?
[ Warm humor and relief fills his mental voice. It borders on slightly delirious from both the pain and the exhaustion, but he's keeping it together for now. ]
Yosuke's a great person. We've been best friends since we met three years ago. You'll meet the others soon, too. Don't worry about revealing yourself. We can figure out how we want to do that. I'll make excuses to Rise. I think, for now, we should just focus on getting home and resting. How's that sound?
asHER I H A TE YO U
Yu is both laughing and wincing as the two boys make their way back up the stairs, Yosuke ranting the whole time about how dumb this was and did he have a death wish and oh god he's so glad you're okay and never, ever do this again, not ever, you hear him, and what's with that sword? Did you go in with two swords? It's cool, but seriously, that's kind of overkill.
Yosuke's arm is warm around his back, fingers curled securely and protectively over his rib cage, and Yosuke's shoulders feel solid and steady under his arm in turn. Their body language is completely comfortable and in sync with each other, even when they bump hips or have to pause for Yosuke to rearrange or Yu to just breathe through the pain.
Once they're up the stairs, Yu interrupts Yosuke's unending rant - has he breathed yet? - to murmur, ]
It's broken.
[ Yosuke goggles at him, then curses and hefts Yu's arm more securely over his shoulders. ]
"Of course it is. You know, man, I'd rip you a new one, but I'd rather let Chie and Naoto do it for me. It'll be way more satisfying."
[ There's a certain sympathy and gratitude in the way he cuts his gaze sideways to look at Yu's face, though, and Yu can't help the warmth that suffuses him. As they move through the second floor, Yu busily swaps mental connections, reassuring Rise they're alright before switching back over to Chatterclock. ]
Happy?
[ Warm humor and relief fills his mental voice. It borders on slightly delirious from both the pain and the exhaustion, but he's keeping it together for now. ]
Yosuke's a great person. We've been best friends since we met three years ago. You'll meet the others soon, too. Don't worry about revealing yourself. We can figure out how we want to do that. I'll make excuses to Rise. I think, for now, we should just focus on getting home and resting. How's that sound?