[No, it's completely his fault. He was picking a fight he couldn't possibly win.]
Hm? I was just being realistic.
[That's the only explanation Yosuke got before Souji went to completely occupy the bed. The little gadgets lying around, some familiar some not, but still screaming 'Yosuke'. And that in itself is comforting in this strange place. He pokes the headphones (he's never worn them before, they suit Yosuke better) and then turns to Yosuke when he comes in with soda.]
I like baking though. [He takes a good sip and sighs.] My stomach thanks you.
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[No, it's completely his fault. He was picking a fight he couldn't possibly win.]
Hm? I was just being realistic.
[That's the only explanation Yosuke got before Souji went to completely occupy the bed. The little gadgets lying around, some familiar some not, but still screaming 'Yosuke'. And that in itself is comforting in this strange place. He pokes the headphones (he's never worn them before, they suit Yosuke better) and then turns to Yosuke when he comes in with soda.]
I like baking though. [He takes a good sip and sighs.] My stomach thanks you.