[ They've never really been the overly-talkative sort, plenty kept to themselves in any conversation, but they usually manage to find the same wavelength anyhow. Akira's weird enough to stare until he falls asleep, and Yusuke's equally strange enough not to care—or notice in the first place.
...He's reluctant to leave him (leave things the way they are). The reason is hard to pinpoint, easy to find excuses for—or maybe the other way around.
He sighs softly to no one at all, reaching over unthinkingly and tucking aside a wayward strand of hair from Yusuke's face, before he carefully uncrumples himself from the floor. ]
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...He's reluctant to leave him (leave things the way they are). The reason is hard to pinpoint, easy to find excuses for—or maybe the other way around.
He sighs softly to no one at all, reaching over unthinkingly and tucking aside a wayward strand of hair from Yusuke's face, before he carefully uncrumples himself from the floor. ]
...Goodnight, Yusuke.