Yousuke continues to watch him, sitting backwards on his chair, quiet. What he came for had been done. Now what was he supposed to do?

"Is there anything..." Or did he just want him to leave? Yousuke remembers all the times that Souji had shouldered his burdens and listened to his worries. He wanted nothing more than to be able to do the same in return.

But it would be hard. While he kept his heart on his sleeve, while Souji kept it buried inside himself with a 3-story concrete fence to keep out intruders. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he knew him at all. And this was one of those times. Had he breeched the gate at all?