[He sighs. Is it that obvious? And then he bites his lip to stop it from trembling.]
[And after only a few seconds of hesitation, he closes the distance. Wraps his good arm around her and buries his face in her hair and shivers against her this time instead.]
[Yeah, okay. Maybe something is a little wrong...]
[It doesn't really explain much either, but what is there to say? His best friend is dead, his ...Nill...is miserable, and it's partly his fault. Hell, it's a lot his fault. Words don't really fix things. Neither does the shivering, but he can't make himself stop. His teeth chatter until he clamps them together.]
[But when Lisbeth's arms wrap around him, he's relieved. If she had pushed him away he's not sure what he would have done, but it doesn't matter. She didn't. She's got him. Even if it is really pathetic. The trembling gets worse, but his spine relaxes slightly, and he slouches down a little to better bury his face against her neck.]
[With their height comparisons, Lisbeth buckles slightly under Yosuke's sulking frame, but she keeps a steady hold on him. What was this all about? What could have happened that his mood changed completely? She doesn't say anything for a minute or two before finally speaking.]
[It's a hazy response. He has to blink a few times to come back to himself enough to reply, and when he does, his eyes widen just a bit.]
Oh! I...sorry, I didn't forget. I just...
[Yosuke lets go of Lisbeth, suddenly ashamed. He scrubs at his face roughly, and glances away.]
No. That was-nice. You-I probably shouldn't be here, huh? I just didn't have anywehere else to-
[Except, he really doesn't want to admit to that. But now that he thinks about it, going to Lisbeth-san at Jesse's place after that is really stupid. He groans. He'll have to do something about that later, too.]
[She glances around before answering his question.]
It's stupid, but whatever.
[She gives him a glance over.]
Let's go to my room. Just to lay down.
[She doesn't want him to think she's taking advantage of his obviously shitty mood. Grabbing his hand again, she leads him out of the kitchen and upstairs.]
[He doesn't seem all that interested in whether he's being taken advantage of or not. But her hand feels nice in his. Warm, alive. Reassuring. He follows where she leads.]
[She opens the door to her bedroom and doesn't apologize for the mess. Clothes are all over the floor along with papers and books - a math book is open in the middle of the floor as if she'd been disrupted by the memory of the trash she'd thrown out earlier that led her to finding Yosuke - and soda cans littered her desk.
Lisbeth closes the door before climbing onto her bed. She lays down on her side, staring at him.]
[Lisbeth doesn't react to the joke and merely leans forward to kiss him softly. After a minute or two, she releases his lips, her forehead inches from his.]
[Lifting her other arm, she begins to gently play with his hair, merely touching a few strands sticking up. She stayed quiet instead of asking questions. He would tell her in his own time.]
[The hand in his hair feels nice. Just being in contact with someone else helps. He can hear her heartbeat, and it helps to slow his down from the rabbit pace of trapped adrenaline. He falls into her pattern of breathing, and it's soothing. Somehow things just hurt a little bit less in her embrace. Slowly but surely, the shivering starts to taper off as well, until it's light enough to almost be a full body twitch. Just a rippling up his spine, a low frequency vibration.]
[For so many other things, actually. But it's impossible to make those apologies now. At least this girl is here. She can hear him out, even if he keeps choking on the words.]
[He reaches with the bad arm, for her chest. But it's not a feel he's trying to cop. Instead, he rests his fingertips above her breast, right where her heart beats. Yeah, she's alive. It's hard to believe any of them are, but that's indisputable proof. He sighs in relief despite himself.]
[Lisbeth's eyes follow his hand to her chest. When he merely touches the middle of it, she looks back up at him, brows furrowing slightly. If she knew the existential crisis he was going through, she would certainly be perplexed. It was so unlike Yosuke, but in the same breath Lisbeth was being unfair.
The kid had a depth to him, just like anyone else did. He wasn't a bumbling idiot all the time.]
[He breathes her in. She smells nice. Not floral, or sweet like most girls. But still nice. Salt like skin, and maybe a hint of leather. That warm scent of another person. Clean, even if her room is dirty. She must shower in the morning. Or maybe she just doesn't sweat at night. Or maybe he just likes the scent of her sweat. It's hard to tell. Either way, she smells nice.]
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[And after only a few seconds of hesitation, he closes the distance. Wraps his good arm around her and buries his face in her hair and shivers against her this time instead.]
[Yeah, okay. Maybe something is a little wrong...]
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[But when Lisbeth's arms wrap around him, he's relieved. If she had pushed him away he's not sure what he would have done, but it doesn't matter. She didn't. She's got him. Even if it is really pathetic. The trembling gets worse, but his spine relaxes slightly, and he slouches down a little to better bury his face against her neck.]
Sorry.
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This isn't about last Friday, is it?
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[It's a hazy response. He has to blink a few times to come back to himself enough to reply, and when he does, his eyes widen just a bit.]
Oh! I...sorry, I didn't forget. I just...
[Yosuke lets go of Lisbeth, suddenly ashamed. He scrubs at his face roughly, and glances away.]
No. That was-nice. You-I probably shouldn't be here, huh? I just didn't have anywehere else to-
[Except, he really doesn't want to admit to that. But now that he thinks about it, going to Lisbeth-san at Jesse's place after that is really stupid. He groans. He'll have to do something about that later, too.]
Sorry. My head...I'm a little messed up.
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It's stupid, but whatever.
[She gives him a glance over.]
Let's go to my room. Just to lay down.
[She doesn't want him to think she's taking advantage of his obviously shitty mood. Grabbing his hand again, she leads him out of the kitchen and upstairs.]
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[He doesn't seem all that interested in whether he's being taken advantage of or not. But her hand feels nice in his. Warm, alive. Reassuring. He follows where she leads.]
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Lisbeth closes the door before climbing onto her bed. She lays down on her side, staring at him.]
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[It only takes him a few moments to move closer again, and wrap his arms around her.]
I keep forgetting to breathe.
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Why?
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[Probably a strange thing for such a skinny kid to say, but he seems utterly serious about it.]
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[A joke. And the shaking is slowing down a bit.]
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Are you feeling better?
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Sorry.
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[For so many other things, actually. But it's impossible to make those apologies now. At least this girl is here. She can hear him out, even if he keeps choking on the words.]
[He reaches with the bad arm, for her chest. But it's not a feel he's trying to cop. Instead, he rests his fingertips above her breast, right where her heart beats. Yeah, she's alive. It's hard to believe any of them are, but that's indisputable proof. He sighs in relief despite himself.]
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The kid had a depth to him, just like anyone else did. He wasn't a bumbling idiot all the time.]
That's nothing to apologize for.
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[He wriggles even closer, just wanting the contact. The closer she is, the more air there is in the room.]
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[He breathes her in. She smells nice. Not floral, or sweet like most girls. But still nice. Salt like skin, and maybe a hint of leather. That warm scent of another person. Clean, even if her room is dirty. She must shower in the morning. Or maybe she just doesn't sweat at night. Or maybe he just likes the scent of her sweat. It's hard to tell. Either way, she smells nice.]
HOw do you make it stop?
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I'm insane, Yosuke. That's what they say at home.
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[It's a statement, not a question. It kind of makes sense, now.]
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