Souji thinks he probably should have expected Yousuke. He sits up slowly, letting his blanket droop around his waist and puts a hand to his neck as he tilts his head to the side, trying to relieve some soreness from sleeping on the floor.

It's a measured act, too casual to be genuine, even for him. He doesn't look at Yousuke as he climbs to his feet, pretending he needs to keep his eyes on what he's doing.

"Sorry. I thought it was the neighbors." Next time he'll just answer the door. That way he'll avoid having to explain things he never wanted people to see to begin with. "....Sorry."