Yu's shrug mirrors Charles's, maybe for a sense of poetic justice. Yu's a little less cagey about this particular stuff; he's just used to helping people out. It's not as deep, for him. So he takes the ball, this time, waiting for an opportunity to send it back.] I guess I do, yeah. Maybe I just have a face that makes people think I'll help them out.
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Yu's shrug mirrors Charles's, maybe for a sense of poetic justice. Yu's a little less cagey about this particular stuff; he's just used to helping people out. It's not as deep, for him. So he takes the ball, this time, waiting for an opportunity to send it back.] I guess I do, yeah. Maybe I just have a face that makes people think I'll help them out.
[Which he does. Constantly.]