Yousuke's right. And he knows what he's talking about. Of course he does. Souji almost wants to smile.

Crossing back over to the table, he leans across and puts a hand on Yousuke's head. It's a little awkward--Yousuke will probably protest--but it would be more awkward to walk around the table and try to hug him, which is what Souji wants to do.

"Thank you." He isn't expecting his voice to be so hoarse, but it's too late to do anything about it now. "Really."