[ Obsessed. That's what it is, isn't it? His grin stretches, a little disapproving, very self-deprecating. He almost looks amused, a huff that sounds like a cough as his eyes finally fall to where Yu is holding his arm--clutching, almost. He flexes his fingers. ]

I always knew it was different. I've been such a poser my whole life, trying to act cool, stay on top of trends, be that guy that everyone could be friends with. But all it's gotten me is a bunch of shallow acquaintances. Hell, I knew when I left the city the texts would disappear, but I kept convincing myself someone might care. Someone might remember me six months out.

[ He catches Yu's gaze again. ]

And then you showed up. I was desperate. I thought you were like me, but you're not. You're...better. And I'm okay with that. I thought I wanted to be like you, but now I get it...yeah, maybe obsessed is about right.

[ Yosuke's grin doesn't disappear entirely, but it does fade a few notches. He grits his teeth, his fingers balling into a fist. ]

That's exactly it. I can't handle being like that. I don't know what that would mean. And if I don't know, it scares the hell out of me. I am a hypocrite. I just don't wanna admit it because then it'd be like I'd accept that I could be that way.