[He's wordless as he allows himself to be tugged to a chair, quietly sitting, thinking. If. If Yosuke is infected. It's a comforting thought. And if he's being really honest, Yu doesn't have any evidence that this is the case at all; a few strange looks when Yosuke thought he wasn't looking, a strange, restless energy in the way he moves... It's little more than a theory.
But his gut has been right about things like this before.]
He's at home. I didn't want him to know I suspected something.
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But his gut has been right about things like this before.]
He's at home. I didn't want him to know I suspected something.