It gives him time to brace himself. To bring up the walls he guards himself with when the world outside threatens to upset his equilibrium. To lower his hand from his mouth and settle, lowering his chin slightly and letting his hands fold between his knees. His expression is a study in control. He carefully shepherds the horror away, replacing it with a completely unreadable seriousness instead.
Meanwhile, he watches Yosuke. Experiences the ratcheting of the tension between them, something that makes his stomach drop into his shoes, doesn't move or say a word. He just waits for Yosuke to speak.
And when Yosuke finally does - to say, hesitating, quiet, and above all, deeply nervous, those words - despite all his preparation, despite all his attempts to be ready, Yu, despite himself, still lets his shoulders lift, the line of them tense and narrow. The motion is too controlled to be a wince, and he deliberately drops them again on a breath out.
(It was a wince.)
He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes in unhappy thoughtfulness. ]
... we should probably talk about it. [ A beat, and he proceeds more quietly. Yosuke isn't the only party that's nervous. ] I wanted to tell you about Minato-san. Just ... not like this.
[ Yu will stand, surrendering his chair and moving towards his bed so he can sit on it, leaving Yosuke to take the chair instead, if he wants. The fox that caused this world of trouble has ducked back into the room and is skulking in a corner, away from both boys, hiding from their gazes. ]
I AM SO HAPPY
It gives him time to brace himself. To bring up the walls he guards himself with when the world outside threatens to upset his equilibrium. To lower his hand from his mouth and settle, lowering his chin slightly and letting his hands fold between his knees. His expression is a study in control. He carefully shepherds the horror away, replacing it with a completely unreadable seriousness instead.
Meanwhile, he watches Yosuke. Experiences the ratcheting of the tension between them, something that makes his stomach drop into his shoes, doesn't move or say a word. He just waits for Yosuke to speak.
And when Yosuke finally does - to say, hesitating, quiet, and above all, deeply nervous, those words - despite all his preparation, despite all his attempts to be ready, Yu, despite himself, still lets his shoulders lift, the line of them tense and narrow. The motion is too controlled to be a wince, and he deliberately drops them again on a breath out.
(It was a wince.)
He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes in unhappy thoughtfulness. ]
... we should probably talk about it. [ A beat, and he proceeds more quietly. Yosuke isn't the only party that's nervous. ] I wanted to tell you about Minato-san. Just ... not like this.
[ Yu will stand, surrendering his chair and moving towards his bed so he can sit on it, leaving Yosuke to take the chair instead, if he wants. The fox that caused this world of trouble has ducked back into the room and is skulking in a corner, away from both boys, hiding from their gazes. ]