[He does, and the fact that they both know that may just be what ends up pulling the smile onto his face -- small, soft, but very much there. The laugh he exhales in response is barely more than a breath, but it, too, exists, at least enough that it can't be denied.
No matter how many lives he's lived, the filter is still the same: nonexistent. Yu is familiar enough with that side of him that he barely bats an eye, but there's enough alcohol in his system that he can't fight back the flush that spills over his cheeks anyway. There's enough that, for a moment, he doesn't really know what to say in response. The thoughts are all crowding each other out in his head. The lightness from those earlier quips fades away, not completely, but enough that the moment feels a little more serious. Thoughtful.
And-- there is one thought that returns, again and again. I missed you.
Yu isn't sure how he feels about that, even now. He's aware, mentally and maybe physically now, that he's not in any danger. All the same, the hurt is still there, behind his eyelids, creeping out of his memories when he least expects it. How can you miss someone who betrayed you so wholly?
The other side of that coin: how can he keep holding so much against the other boy when he's clearly so different now?
He doesn't have any answers. Some leader he is, right now. He doesn't even have words to respond -- he does so with actions instead. They're already close, sitting nearly shoulder to shoulder. But his hand creeps closer, and he puts his fingers over Mikey's. I missed you. It's hard to say it with words.]
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No matter how many lives he's lived, the filter is still the same: nonexistent. Yu is familiar enough with that side of him that he barely bats an eye, but there's enough alcohol in his system that he can't fight back the flush that spills over his cheeks anyway. There's enough that, for a moment, he doesn't really know what to say in response. The thoughts are all crowding each other out in his head. The lightness from those earlier quips fades away, not completely, but enough that the moment feels a little more serious. Thoughtful.
And-- there is one thought that returns, again and again. I missed you.
Yu isn't sure how he feels about that, even now. He's aware, mentally and maybe physically now, that he's not in any danger. All the same, the hurt is still there, behind his eyelids, creeping out of his memories when he least expects it. How can you miss someone who betrayed you so wholly?
The other side of that coin: how can he keep holding so much against the other boy when he's clearly so different now?
He doesn't have any answers. Some leader he is, right now. He doesn't even have words to respond -- he does so with actions instead. They're already close, sitting nearly shoulder to shoulder. But his hand creeps closer, and he puts his fingers over Mikey's. I missed you. It's hard to say it with words.]