[Yusuke was about to open his mouth, to press the issue and find out what in the hell had happened, when... he abruptly snaps it shut again. The need to know was killing him, but she had respected his wishes when he was feeling like shit, so the least he could do was do the same for her. Everything began to make a little more sense now-- why she was missing for so long, why she didn't want to see anyone-- but now that he was aware of it, he wish he hadn't found out.

Even Puu was beginning to feel the heavy, unsure blanket of emotions settling upon Yusuke, and he squirms a little on Yang's lap, his expression worried and unsure. A small, nubby arm pats at whatever part of her was closest to reach, in some sort of odd sympathy.

All Yusuke can really do is nod, stuffing his hands into his pockets.]

... fine. I can respect that.

Think I can join you on that stoop, though? I had a long day chasing after that little fatass on your lap.