Hmm, [is not a particularly long-winded response, but-- Yu isn't entirely sure how else to, at the moment. He's still tied up in tense knots, trying to force his body to get back on the same page as his mind. There's something to be said there, he knows -- the body can hold onto things after the mind lets them go or shoves them aside. But that physical response is woefully underinformed, all the same, and Yu can't seem to get it to catch up.
He can't quite share the lightness that Mikey seems to be feeling, but he does take the bottle back. Gripped in one hand, he runs a thumb along the edge of the bottle neck's label.
For a little while, he doesn't know what to say.]
So you're teaching now? [It's not entirely a smile, that small upturn of his expression. But he can't help thinking back fondly to old conversations.
He throws his head back, downing another drink before passing the bottle.]
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He can't quite share the lightness that Mikey seems to be feeling, but he does take the bottle back. Gripped in one hand, he runs a thumb along the edge of the bottle neck's label.
For a little while, he doesn't know what to say.]
So you're teaching now? [It's not entirely a smile, that small upturn of his expression. But he can't help thinking back fondly to old conversations.
He throws his head back, downing another drink before passing the bottle.]