If it had been two nights ago or even last night, he would have been glad for the company. Now Souji just feels exposed.

He takes a breath and looks up at Yousuke picking his way through the mess. He tries to keep his expression normal--neutral--even as he's desperately pulling his thoughts into order. His hands tugging at the hem of his shirt must give away his anxiety, though, and he forces himself to be stop.

"That would have been good." But now he feels like a manikin. Too stiff and still to be natural.

He knows what the others expect from him. What they need from him. This isn't even close to it.