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[ So. He's been gone for nearly nine months. At first he hadn't really realized it, the whole process of porting in and out was so exhausting that he ignored the new folder and just went home. To his old house, where his things are gone, where his roommates are gone, where his next door neighbor/well-established boyfriend is gone.

What would a normal person do? Scroll through the network until they find a name they recognize, probably. But not Yusuke, he's looking from door to door, until he finds someone he knows, someone who can make this sudden whiplash make sense.

Sorry, door to door? More like window to window. No number of months lost in the ether can take the Phantom Thief out of him. Yusuke is scaling buildings and peeking into windows throughout the (much smaller) imPort housing neighborhood in Heropa until he finds what he's looking for. A dark bedroom with an elaborate computer setup, and a painting he recognizes as his own on the wall. It must be Futaba's.

Hopefully, at least. If a stranger were to walk in and find Yusuke laying on their bed, it would be weird. This isn't weird at all. ]

[Futaba had no idea what awaited her at home. She came into her room as she would any other day. Her attention wasn't directed at the bed, not at first.

First, she flicks on the light, quietly trying to shoo one of the cats away from her feet so she wouldn't trip as she moves to her computer. She idly clicks her mouse, display coming to life to show very little of interest if her disappointed sigh was anything to go by.

But then she's turning around with the idea of flopping on her bed and maybe playing some games--except there's someone on her bed. So she shrieks, grabbing some spare part haphazardly from her desk, prepared to chuck it--]

Inari?!?

[What. The. Fuck.]

[ He's been waiting for a while. It occurs to him to just send her a message, and he pulls out his phone to do so, but sets it back down with a sigh. He thinks...he might just want to sit alone with his thoughts for a while. It really is as they say, all this time away feels like nothing to him. It's as if he laid down for a midday nap, and when he awoke, everything had changed. It's all so sudden and overwhelming, maybe it's best that Futaba isn't here.

With his device--or his new one, he'll need to get a case for it--laying down beside him, he rests his eyes, his face burying into a pillow he hopes is Futaba's. Just for a moment. Several moments. However many moments it takes for him to drift off enough not to notice when his favorite redhead enters the room. ]

Augh--!

[ Her shrieking jolts him back up, spindly limbs knocking the device onto the floor with a thunk as he hurries to straighten himself. ]

Honestly, Futaba, there is no need to scream.

It is when you're just laying about my room after--[After nine months. She starts to grumble, setting the computer part turned weapon back down.]

When did you get back? Do the others know--Who did you know where to find me? [Panic is momentarily tossed aside, filled instead with curiosity and questions. His rather casual attitude and the fact that he likely had come looking for her meant that he had to remember being here before. Logically. She hoped.]

Today, I suppose. Although I don't remember being gone.

[ He just woke up and nine months had passed, with some soldier in his face telling him he had to live in De Chima now. Which he ignored, of course, and came straight to Heropa to see who was left. Not enough of them.

He relaxes again, slumping back against the wall. Yusuke is casual, yes, but tired. This is not how he expected his day was going to go, obviously. While he is glad to see that Futaba's still here, he can't even summon a half-smile to show it. ]

I went to my house [ old house ] first, but it is now occupied by someone else. So I went looking for you.

[ He tried to find Yuri first, but...the thought makes his teeth clench. He isn't quite ready to speak it. ]

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It's been...over half a year.

[She wasn't sure it would be best to let him know just how long it's been. He likely has some idea already, anyway.]

They shuffled us all around. We got lucky that we ended up here--that I got to stay here. But...a lot of people are gone too.

[If he remembers this place, she can only guess who else he had looked for. He had to know--and she wasn't the type to rub salt in that kind of wound. She knew how hard something like that stung.]

[ 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. ]

Come sit with me.

[ Please. ]

I'm sorry.

[She says it quietly as she moves to join him, sinking into spot on the mattress beside him. She could have had more tact, bringing that up, but her own loss was still a little raw. Her emotions frayed at the edges--what a pair they made.

She leans against his side, reaching for one of his hands.]

I knew you would have looked...I would have too.

[ He takes her hand at once, squeezing tight and swallowing hard, even though the gesture threatens to unravel him. Looking for him is the first thing he did, and it's a comfort that Futaba knows that, but just a drop in the bucket compared to not finding him. After everything they'd been through together, all the love they'd shared, for him to wake up nine months later and have him be gone...

It's numbing. ]

What am I supposed to do now?

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