[Don't question it. Maybe if he thinks it long and hard enough, he won't, won't start overthinking and doubting and wondering and--
It's not working. It feels nice, it feels good, but when he's trying to trace the line of how they got here, nothing about this makes sense, not from everything he understands --or thought he understood-- about Yosuke to begin with. Even after this long away from cases and victims and investigation, Yu can't turn off the questions. He tries to pull Yosuke closer, trading breaths, tries to ground himself in the feel of the other's hands carding through his hair. His heartbeat slamming in his throat. Soft lips and a familiar scent. It's not enough to stop the wheels from skidding off the tracks.
It...it's the last thing he wants to do. Really. But he pulls away with a shaky breath.]
Wait-- Yosuke--
[His face is flushed and his breath is coming in short gasps, and he trails off, doesn't even know where to begin.]
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It's not working. It feels nice, it feels good, but when he's trying to trace the line of how they got here, nothing about this makes sense, not from everything he understands --or thought he understood-- about Yosuke to begin with. Even after this long away from cases and victims and investigation, Yu can't turn off the questions. He tries to pull Yosuke closer, trading breaths, tries to ground himself in the feel of the other's hands carding through his hair. His heartbeat slamming in his throat. Soft lips and a familiar scent. It's not enough to stop the wheels from skidding off the tracks.
It...it's the last thing he wants to do. Really. But he pulls away with a shaky breath.]
Wait-- Yosuke--
[His face is flushed and his breath is coming in short gasps, and he trails off, doesn't even know where to begin.]