[ The standing is awkward, Yuri. It isn't helping at all to calm his own nerves, and really, what good was it going to do? He had to have had some idea of what he was going to hear if he marched over here to force it out of him, didn't he?

Yusuke sits on the arm of the couch, putting him in a position where he actually has to look up at Yuri, instead of the other way around. It's seems like there's always a new angle, a new feeling, something new to learn that surprises him and puts a smile on his face he can't control. Such is the case again, even with the expression on the other boy's face as it is. ]

We should. Really, we should have weeks ago, I promised you nothing but the truth and I have failed.

[ Despite the excess of nerves making his hands clench and unclench, Yusuke frees his hand to take one of Yuri's. The motion is becoming familiar, always a warm comfort to him, but today he prays that the gesture doesn't backfire. ]

I was talking about you, of course. You are a dear friend to me, Yuri, and I would not give that up for anything. But it is...more intense than that. Different from a regular friendship, something beautiful and overwhelming stacked on top of it.