[ He remembers what the date was yesterday, and he knows what it is today. She doesn't need to tell him, but maybe it would help it seem more real if she did.
Yusuke's hands clench and unclench in his lap, uncomfortable with the topic of people being gone. She could have let him ease into it, but Futaba just had to bring it up... ]
I know. I looked.
[ He lets the words sit for a moment, while a lump grows in his throat. He wants to coil in on himself and handle his grief in solitude, the way he used to before this world, before the Phantom Thieves. But letting his emotions overcome him in an unfamiliar room, around a bunch of strangers, sounds even worse than having to share them. ]
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Yusuke's hands clench and unclench in his lap, uncomfortable with the topic of people being gone. She could have let him ease into it, but Futaba just had to bring it up... ]
I know. I looked.
[ He lets the words sit for a moment, while a lump grows in his throat. He wants to coil in on himself and handle his grief in solitude, the way he used to before this world, before the Phantom Thieves. But letting his emotions overcome him in an unfamiliar room, around a bunch of strangers, sounds even worse than having to share them. ]
Come sit with me.
[ Please. ]