[It does seem like Charles...at least as far as Yu knows. In that respect, he's a bit like Yosuke, instilling value in the people around him, raising them up. Yu bites back a smile at the face he makes, not because Junpei is uncomfortable, but because the expression so frequently matches how he, Yu, feels in moments when he's called out in a similar way.
At least he's not the only one, or something like that.
He flips the stuff on the grill one last time, free hand rubbing the back of his neck.]
I get the feeling most of us don't. Know what they're doing, I mean. [He certainly doesn't. He's been playing it by ear. A beat; he pulls the food, plates it, and then looks from Junpei to the cat one more time.] ... Trade you?
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[It does seem like Charles...at least as far as Yu knows. In that respect, he's a bit like Yosuke, instilling value in the people around him, raising them up. Yu bites back a smile at the face he makes, not because Junpei is uncomfortable, but because the expression so frequently matches how he, Yu, feels in moments when he's called out in a similar way.
At least he's not the only one, or something like that.
He flips the stuff on the grill one last time, free hand rubbing the back of his neck.]
I get the feeling most of us don't. Know what they're doing, I mean. [He certainly doesn't. He's been playing it by ear. A beat; he pulls the food, plates it, and then looks from Junpei to the cat one more time.] ... Trade you?