[ It takes him a moment because the memory just hit him like a truck. In front of him is Yusuke in that outfit... Sketchbook out, immersed in the strange, distorted underground subway. The tracks are rusty, the walls are blood red, and it's all unsettling. Despite that, they came there...

Because Yusuke has an artist block? He wanted to capture man's deepest, darkest thoughts and desires? Akira is quiet as the whole memory plays from the beginning to the end, hand still limply dangling instead of reaching out to hope that Yusuke will humor him with a handhold. ]

How interesting. Maybe you should sketch your memories out just for fun. [ In a way, Akira wishes he could do that? He's not sure why, but he's smiling. ] Oh yeah, I actually have some memories of you.

[ Are you ready for some tame ones? ]