[ With no great hurry, he readjusts his glasses on his face and pushes his hair around, though the overall effect stays about the same. (His flyaways are even worse than usual, half his locks in blatant revolt.)
His response is unhelpful at best. ]
I know.
[ He gingerly shifts his weight and crosses his legs under him (one of them unpleasantly full of pins and needles), both arms still propped on the bed as he peers up at his friend. ]
...Bad dream?
[ It's not really a question so much as an observation—he's paler than his sheets, far too alert for such an ungodly hour of the night (...morning?).
Akira doesn't pry any further, though. It's up to Yusuke if he wants to continue the subject. ]
no subject
His response is unhelpful at best. ]
I know.
[ He gingerly shifts his weight and crosses his legs under him (one of them unpleasantly full of pins and needles), both arms still propped on the bed as he peers up at his friend. ]
...Bad dream?
[ It's not really a question so much as an observation—he's paler than his sheets, far too alert for such an ungodly hour of the night (...morning?).
Akira doesn't pry any further, though. It's up to Yusuke if he wants to continue the subject. ]