[ It's not that unusual that JJ might not know much about Yusuke's family or home life; he's often too busy talking about himself to question others. It's not just that he's self-absorbed—which he is, and he's spoiled considering how patiently Yusuke tunes him out—but he expects anyone he speaks to share information as freely and without prompting.
Now, he feels so, so stupid not having known that Yusuke had lost his mother all this time.
He's not sure what to say, and the reason behind Yusuke's apology is lost on him, but uncertainty had never stopped him from barreling forward. ]
You should've said something.
[ A frown flits over his features, chest tight with questions: what disease? how long ago? what about the wicked man? He's too worked up, between his own longing for his family and thinking about Yusuke, only sixteen, having lost his mother—he's too wound up, and he doesn't hesitate before pulling his blanket open, the cover following his arm as he winds it around Yusuke's shoulders, bringing the other teen into a hug despite how unappealing it might be. ]
You never said anything...
[ His frown deepens, wondering how much if this reminded Yusuke of his mother's passing, and how oblivious JJ had been the entire time. How could he stand it? When the knowledge that his own parents were sleeping in the Station, but alive, was enough to wear JJ down. He knows he'll see them again, but whenever he lets his imagination wander and wonder if he won't...
He squeezes his eyes shut, forehead dropping to rest on Yusuke's shoulder. ]
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Now, he feels so, so stupid not having known that Yusuke had lost his mother all this time.
He's not sure what to say, and the reason behind Yusuke's apology is lost on him, but uncertainty had never stopped him from barreling forward. ]
You should've said something.
[ A frown flits over his features, chest tight with questions: what disease? how long ago? what about the wicked man? He's too worked up, between his own longing for his family and thinking about Yusuke, only sixteen, having lost his mother—he's too wound up, and he doesn't hesitate before pulling his blanket open, the cover following his arm as he winds it around Yusuke's shoulders, bringing the other teen into a hug despite how unappealing it might be. ]
You never said anything...
[ His frown deepens, wondering how much if this reminded Yusuke of his mother's passing, and how oblivious JJ had been the entire time. How could he stand it? When the knowledge that his own parents were sleeping in the Station, but alive, was enough to wear JJ down. He knows he'll see them again, but whenever he lets his imagination wander and wonder if he won't...
He squeezes his eyes shut, forehead dropping to rest on Yusuke's shoulder. ]