(warm is what he can't help but feel as they sit there together. a heat on his cheeks from the alcohol that is making his cheeks ridiculously crimson, which hides the fact that even without the substance, he would maybe still be blushing right now. the kisses he gives are all so slow, almost like he's committing the feeling of yu's skin to memory, each knuckle, each caress against the soft skin of his hand. he feels comfortable, almost too much so - almost like he never left, although there are a series of painful realizations that he leaves on the back of his mind. this might be happening because of the alcohol. enjoy it, it might not happen again. it doesn't mean it's all past them. he might not come around, still.

all quiet whispers that manjiro ignores for the time being. the words almost take him out of it, but they don't.)

Apparently, just one... It used to be the owner's - but don't fall asleep yet, Yuchin... I have something to ask you... Soon. I don't-- want to ruin it.