[It's a uniquely uncomfortable feeling, for Yu -- feeling like someone is taking care of him. Maybe because he was just...on his own so much. Countless nights coming home to a dark, empty house, having to look after his own needs. He had seen so much of himself in Nanako, in her independence, her resilience in the face of that empty home. The idea that someone wants to help, to be there, to care...it's hard. It's still really, really hard for him to accept that.
But he's trying. He squeezes Yosuke's hand; it's a gesture that means more than he's able to say in words, some mix of gratitude and understanding. He has no doubt that Yosuke will do whatever he can. It's just-- he doesn't want things to come to that.]
It won't happen again, [he says softly after a moment, swallowing uncomfortably. It's not out of faith in Mikey, but rather faith in himself.] I won't let it.
[Not just because he grows from his own mistakes, but also because he doesn't want to need to be looked after. Not again.]
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But he's trying. He squeezes Yosuke's hand; it's a gesture that means more than he's able to say in words, some mix of gratitude and understanding. He has no doubt that Yosuke will do whatever he can. It's just-- he doesn't want things to come to that.]
It won't happen again, [he says softly after a moment, swallowing uncomfortably. It's not out of faith in Mikey, but rather faith in himself.] I won't let it.
[Not just because he grows from his own mistakes, but also because he doesn't want to need to be looked after. Not again.]