Wow. Of course it had to be him, unless a ransacking somehow happened without either of them noticing, but still. The quiet is still pervasive. Someone's dog is barking. Yousuke takes a deep breath.

"Come on," he finally says, with a jerk of his head towards the door, "we can fix this later. I brought food."

That, at least, can be done. He didn't need to know his private troubles to heat up some dinner. Getting out of this wreck would help enough.