[ That bit of information definitely snags on Yuta's attention like a burr, gaze darting from Minato to Koromaru. ]
That must be nice though, having a friend from home here with you.
[ There's a hint of wistful longing slipping into his voice that creeps more blatantly into his expression, eyes growing a little hooded with it. He hasn't encountered anyone he knows here which is probably for the better given the nature of this place, but there's a gnawing loneliness nestled in his chest that he's been doing his best to ignore. He'd so been looking forward to finally getting to spend time with his friends now that the big battle was over — to heal and to grieve their losses together, find a way forward in the wake of all the upheaval the country has had to endure — and instead he's here. Alone. It's not at all like when he went abroad; Miguel had been there to look after him and all his friends had been a text message or a call away no matter the time differences, still very much a presence in his life even if he lost sleep over missing them.
This is starkly different. His reasons for being aren't here and it's hard not to feel lost. But he has to keep going, has to find a way back; atone for his crime or whatever it is that will help facilitate his return faster. He needs to go back, not want his loved ones here.
Lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he misses Minato's frown entirely, gaze only snapping back when the other boy speaks and his eyes go a little wide. ]
Eh, really? Is that okay?
[ A prospect that brings him some cheer, though he's still cautious about getting his hopes up too much as he holds out his hand for Koromaru to at least sniff first. ]
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That must be nice though, having a friend from home here with you.
[ There's a hint of wistful longing slipping into his voice that creeps more blatantly into his expression, eyes growing a little hooded with it. He hasn't encountered anyone he knows here which is probably for the better given the nature of this place, but there's a gnawing loneliness nestled in his chest that he's been doing his best to ignore. He'd so been looking forward to finally getting to spend time with his friends now that the big battle was over — to heal and to grieve their losses together, find a way forward in the wake of all the upheaval the country has had to endure — and instead he's here. Alone. It's not at all like when he went abroad; Miguel had been there to look after him and all his friends had been a text message or a call away no matter the time differences, still very much a presence in his life even if he lost sleep over missing them.
This is starkly different. His reasons for being aren't here and it's hard not to feel lost. But he has to keep going, has to find a way back; atone for his crime or whatever it is that will help facilitate his return faster. He needs to go back, not want his loved ones here.
Lost in his own melancholic thoughts, he misses Minato's frown entirely, gaze only snapping back when the other boy speaks and his eyes go a little wide. ]
Eh, really? Is that okay?
[ A prospect that brings him some cheer, though he's still cautious about getting his hopes up too much as he holds out his hand for Koromaru to at least sniff first. ]