[ See, now he's focused on the food. He will dream of kobe beef and delicious hot pot treats and wake up nourished. Because that's how eating and nourishment works, obviously.
Morrigan... you're in for a surprise. The son in this family is not who you think... ]
I said I would, and am happy to. That is what friends do.
[ You can't tell Morrigan what to think? Cats are independent and fickle creatures. He will do as he please, think as he will. Akira's own happy thoughts about food dies down as it's brought up. ]
... To be honest, this was hard and I was nervous, but I'm glad now.
[ Sometimes he wonders how he would have reacted a year ago, if he would even feel anything. Now he only feels the warmth from the bed, the shaking of his own nerves, and the pleasant feeling of not being alone. There are people he can depend on whether he's hurt, tired, or running into trouble at every corner. ]
This definitely tired me out more than fighting any Shadow.
... I am happy you don't regret it. And that I was able to help you out in some way.
[ Sharing such things with someone... has been a limited experience for him as well. Sharing things with Haru is easier than breathing, but to find himself being the comforting shoulder for someone else is ... nice. To know he's helping, and to feel like he's supporting someone. ]
Or awakening to a Persona. I remember being exhausted after that...
As I don't have a boyfriend... I will have to say no. If you were that unnerved by the gift my commissioner gave you, why did you accept it? I have been paid for my work, I'm not going to be insulted if you chose not to take the gift.
[ Sharing wasn't something Yusuke had a say in, technically, but he's glad that his friend has been understanding and considerate. He chuckles nervously as the last bit is thrown in.
He's right—but that exhaustion was... Comforting. ]
Speaking of exhausted, we should hit the hay. I've kept you up long enough and I don't think Morrigan is happy about it.
[ Yusuke makes a thoughtful noise and it... just kinda morphs into a yawn. Perhaps Morrigan has cast a spell on them, or maybe now the emotional discussion is over and done with the exhaustion is catching up with him...
He sleep. ]
Well, we can't have Morrigan unhappy.
[ It comes out muffled by the pillow, as he shifts his head around and moves into a comfortable position. Zzzz. ]
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