His expression is inscrutable, but Akira can probably tell that he's uncertain about it. What he had thought of his injuries up until this point are that they weren't that bad. But he's realising now how much worse than how he had been thinking all along.
And he's probably not even seeing the half of it.]
...It seems more than I could bear.
[Their leader is too strong sometimes; a lot of the time.]
[he's not seeing very much of it at all. yusuke can see the things he doesn't hide as easily; the injuries to his face that have been bandaged, the bruises on his wrists that came from being handcuffed; he probably wouldn't even do much to hide the injection spots from the drugs he'd been given.
it's the bruising everywhere else he tries to keep hidden, even though his limp is difficult to mask—and more obvious when his weight is shifted to allow yusuke to support him a bit. but his ribs, the marks he has from being kicked and stomped on and utterly brutalized are something he'd prefer to keep hidden.
so he laughs, though a bit weak because it will hurt for him if he goes overboard.]
That's why I made sure you didn't have to bear it. [it's as simple as that.] That's my job, as Leader.
...if that's your job as leader, it's ours to support you after.
[Akira takes so much on his shoulders for them, Yusuke recognises that all too well--and he should think of ways that he can return it somehow. Even if it's as minor as helping him to a bench to sit, which he's doing now, taking as much of his weight as Akira chooses to lean on him.
Even if it's something like not urging him to go back and into bed even though that might be the right thing to do.
He wants to support but also give Akira what he wants, especially now.]
[he lets out a dry, quiet breath—not quite a laugh, but clearly a bit amused as they make their way to the bench.]
Fair enough. I guess I'm not in much of a position to argue it, anyway.
[akira has to concede just a little—much as he is loath to admit it, the truth of the matter is that it took so much of his energy to get to their meeting spot without letting too much of that pain show that he's a little excessively winded now.
...so he needs to lean on yusuke just a bit more. his weight shifts, and he doesn't really feel concerned that yusuke can't handle it. akira knows, after all, that yusuke is incredibly strong despite his delicate appearance. it's incredibly deceiving—but that's part of what akira trusts so much about it as well.]
[That's right, he certainly isn't! Yusuke pauses just for an instant, as though for that moment he's surprised that more weight is resting on him, but he readily shifts to support him, happy to do so. It's but a simple thing.]
Thanks are hardly necessary, but you're welcome.
[Akira's done so very much for him and all of them that this is natural.
He exhales a sigh of relief (not for his sake) and pauses by the bench, supportive hand still in place.]
[he's going somewhere with this, honestly. he just needs a minute, because moving to sit is pretty uncomfortable, and he's biting back a hiss of pain to try and not cause yusuke too much more concern here.
he's done enough of that already today, apparently. it's fine... he's fine.
(he's not fine.)]
I'm sure Makoto or nearly anyone else would have demanded and dragged me back to Leblanc. [so he's honestly very grateful that yusuke offers his support but doesn't just try to immediately send him back to bed when he wants to be out and about.]
[The concern's a staple, not going to get rid of it. He won't sit anyway until Akira is settled, so that he can help him.]
Most likely.
[Immediate agreement. He can picture it all-too-well.]
But, sometimes you wish to be outside even if you're not supposed to be. Or if you're not really that able to be. [He pauses.] ... Do you want something to drink?
[it's an odd, quiet admission, but after coming all this way specifically to see yusuke, and with how drained he currently feels... he'd rather yusuke just stay here.]
Sit.
[yusuke can relax a little. akira doesn't really want him fretting too much, so if they just sit and talk, it'll be a little easier on him.] This is fine.
[Yusuke blinks, caught off guard for a visible instant-- and then he quickly lowers himself down to sit alongside him.]
All right, as you say.
[He can accept that easily enough.]
... Not much has been happening as of late. [It's been rather slow since Akira came back injured, while they've been awaiting his recovery.] Even my sketches haven't been coming that easily.
[his motions are slow, careful and a bit languid—but akira leans against yusuke a bit for some silent support.
he's tired—a bit drained from all the energy it took to get there; walking around, being on the crowded subway, finding even this bench. it's a lot.]
Are you feeling uninspired again? [there's clear concern in his tone—after all the work to break yusuke from his art block... is he falling back into it again?]
[...Oh. Yusuke glances down at him, surprised. Pleased too, mingling with the potent concern.]
A little. But it's not like last time.
[Yusuke shakes his head.] I know it'll be fine soon. [Like it was during the very midst of their plan, the worry and distraction makes his mind slow to ideas, not tending toward artwork in the least.
Akira's like one of his muses, after all.]
I imagine that once everything returns to how we're used to, there'll be no stopping my inspiration.
[he admits, with a quiet sincerity. he keeps his weight where it is, gaze focused idly ahead of him. there's a small smile on his lips, warm—it betrays his tension and the injuries that are visible on his face.]
You worked so hard to overcome it... I don't want you to slip back into that again.
[it was worrisome, after all. and yusuke overcame it with such certainty and gusto—it had been admirable in every way. akira definitely doesn't want him to have another slump, especially if it's his fault.]
I doubt I'll face such a large hurdle like that again anytime soon.
[Yusuke's self-assured, confident.
Though he does turn his head to gaze at Akira's profile as he idly wonders whether Akira downplays the enormous role he had in helping Yusuke gather the strength to overcome it. This is why he wants to be his strength and support this time.]
There's a flicker of something, almost pained, as if even the thought of this happening another time is hard to consider. It is, though, even the thought of it happening while they were waiting was...]
yusuke's really worried about that, isn't he? akira smiles a bit to himself; he's really fortunate for how much his teammates worry about his well-being, isn't he?]
We took the risk on it so that it wouldn't have to happen more than once.
[a breath, and.]
It's okay, Yusuke. I'm fine.
[well. he's mostly fine. he's trying to be fine. he's doing his best!]
[Yusuke pauses for a long moment, gazing forward yet not seeing anything at all.
You hold a special place in all of our hearts is very true and he almost says it (or something more poetic than that), but ought he speak for everyone else? They should be the ones to tell Akira the type of presence that he has for them.
Words may not help heal his injuries faster but Yusuke has discovered how profound they can be.]
It is not easily swayed, [that's what he adds. No matter what happens, even in moments of weakness.]
[whatever words yusuke has—akira wouldn't mind hearing them. he's always interested in what yusuke has to say, of course, and if he can provide that sort of assurance or presence for his precious team, his precious friends—
well, to akira, that makes it all worthwhile anyway.]
That's good. I'd have to be a little worried if what happened suddenly swayed you.
[His answer is firm, vehement almost, taking it Very Serious.
As Akira might remember from their meeting, and his initial resistance about Madarame, he was loyal then even with the circumstances. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he's even more loyal to both Akira and his fellow Phantom Thieves.]
I'm not really worried. You're... an incredibly loyal person, Yusuke.
[akira sees no reason not to address that directly, too. it's the truth; all of the phantom thieves are loyal and trustworthy—and akira treasures that in every way.]
I trust in you.
[oh. the words come out with a quiet contentedness; there's really no doubt that akira means what he says.]
It's enough to make Yusuke fall completely quiet. There's even a small tinge of pink high in his cheeks as he looks intently at passers-by (this is a ruse he is not looking at all).
What? It's fine not to talk on occasion. So what if he's experiencing a significant tightness in his chest and a heat in his throat (you're feeling things, yusuke) he's fine and not sick.]
usually, yusuke has something to say, even if it's just an eccentric sort of response. but akira isn't used to that kind of... non-response, so he tilts his head to look over to yusuke more properly, and—]
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[Is that so, Akira??
His expression is inscrutable, but Akira can probably tell that he's uncertain about it. What he had thought of his injuries up until this point are that they weren't that bad. But he's realising now how much worse than how he had been thinking all along.
And he's probably not even seeing the half of it.]
...It seems more than I could bear.
[Their leader is too strong sometimes; a lot of the time.]
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it's the bruising everywhere else he tries to keep hidden, even though his limp is difficult to mask—and more obvious when his weight is shifted to allow yusuke to support him a bit. but his ribs, the marks he has from being kicked and stomped on and utterly brutalized are something he'd prefer to keep hidden.
so he laughs, though a bit weak because it will hurt for him if he goes overboard.]
That's why I made sure you didn't have to bear it. [it's as simple as that.] That's my job, as Leader.
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[Akira takes so much on his shoulders for them, Yusuke recognises that all too well--and he should think of ways that he can return it somehow. Even if it's as minor as helping him to a bench to sit, which he's doing now, taking as much of his weight as Akira chooses to lean on him.
Even if it's something like not urging him to go back and into bed even though that might be the right thing to do.
He wants to support but also give Akira what he wants, especially now.]
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Fair enough. I guess I'm not in much of a position to argue it, anyway.
[akira has to concede just a little—much as he is loath to admit it, the truth of the matter is that it took so much of his energy to get to their meeting spot without letting too much of that pain show that he's a little excessively winded now.
...so he needs to lean on yusuke just a bit more. his weight shifts, and he doesn't really feel concerned that yusuke can't handle it. akira knows, after all, that yusuke is incredibly strong despite his delicate appearance. it's incredibly deceiving—but that's part of what akira trusts so much about it as well.]
...Thanks, Yusuke.
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Thanks are hardly necessary, but you're welcome.
[Akira's done so very much for him and all of them that this is natural.
He exhales a sigh of relief (not for his sake) and pauses by the bench, supportive hand still in place.]
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[he's going somewhere with this, honestly. he just needs a minute, because moving to sit is pretty uncomfortable, and he's biting back a hiss of pain to try and not cause yusuke too much more concern here.
he's done enough of that already today, apparently. it's fine... he's fine.
(he's not fine.)]
I'm sure Makoto or nearly anyone else would have demanded and dragged me back to Leblanc. [so he's honestly very grateful that yusuke offers his support but doesn't just try to immediately send him back to bed when he wants to be out and about.]
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Most likely.
[Immediate agreement. He can picture it all-too-well.]
But, sometimes you wish to be outside even if you're not supposed to be. Or if you're not really that able to be. [He pauses.] ... Do you want something to drink?
[There's a vending machine just over yonder.]
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Not yet. I'd rather just stay like this a bit.
[it's an odd, quiet admission, but after coming all this way specifically to see yusuke, and with how drained he currently feels... he'd rather yusuke just stay here.]
Sit.
[yusuke can relax a little. akira doesn't really want him fretting too much, so if they just sit and talk, it'll be a little easier on him.] This is fine.
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All right, as you say.
[He can accept that easily enough.]
... Not much has been happening as of late. [It's been rather slow since Akira came back injured, while they've been awaiting his recovery.] Even my sketches haven't been coming that easily.
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he's tired—a bit drained from all the energy it took to get there; walking around, being on the crowded subway, finding even this bench. it's a lot.]
Are you feeling uninspired again? [there's clear concern in his tone—after all the work to break yusuke from his art block... is he falling back into it again?]
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A little. But it's not like last time.
[Yusuke shakes his head.] I know it'll be fine soon. [Like it was during the very midst of their plan, the worry and distraction makes his mind slow to ideas, not tending toward artwork in the least.
Akira's like one of his muses, after all.]
I imagine that once everything returns to how we're used to, there'll be no stopping my inspiration.
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[he admits, with a quiet sincerity. he keeps his weight where it is, gaze focused idly ahead of him. there's a small smile on his lips, warm—it betrays his tension and the injuries that are visible on his face.]
You worked so hard to overcome it... I don't want you to slip back into that again.
[it was worrisome, after all. and yusuke overcame it with such certainty and gusto—it had been admirable in every way. akira definitely doesn't want him to have another slump, especially if it's his fault.]
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[Yusuke's self-assured, confident.
Though he does turn his head to gaze at Akira's profile as he idly wonders whether Akira downplays the enormous role he had in helping Yusuke gather the strength to overcome it. This is why he wants to be his strength and support this time.]
This is but a small stone in my path now.
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it isn't as if he's done very much directly, after all.]
Don't let this get you down too much.
[he doesn't want!! yusuke's art to suffer!!]
It's just a flesh wound or two. We'll win the next fights and nothing like this is going to happen again.
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[The answer is hard, resolute.
There's a flicker of something, almost pained, as if even the thought of this happening another time is hard to consider. It is, though, even the thought of it happening while they were waiting was...]
Once was more than enough.
[They mustn't put Akira through that again.]
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yusuke's really worried about that, isn't he? akira smiles a bit to himself; he's really fortunate for how much his teammates worry about his well-being, isn't he?]
We took the risk on it so that it wouldn't have to happen more than once.
[a breath, and.]
It's okay, Yusuke. I'm fine.
[well. he's mostly fine. he's trying to be fine. he's doing his best!]
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...
[Yusuke sighs, his hair falling to one side of his face as he tilts his head. It brushes against Akira's, just the side of his head.]
Indeed. You're always very strong, your very presence is heartening.
[But he knows that he's not doing as well as he's saying. Nevertheless...]
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emotionally still needs some work here. he's trying? though akira's head dips a little, feeling the tickle of yusuke's hair.]
Good. That's the kind of presence I'd like to have for everyone.
[huh.
well, there's no denying it's an honest, candid statement, one unintentionally laced with other implication of its own.]
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[Yusuke pauses for a long moment, gazing forward yet not seeing anything at all.
You hold a special place in all of our hearts is very true and he almost says it (or something more poetic than that), but ought he speak for everyone else? They should be the ones to tell Akira the type of presence that he has for them.
Words may not help heal his injuries faster but Yusuke has discovered how profound they can be.]
It is not easily swayed, [that's what he adds. No matter what happens, even in moments of weakness.]
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well, to akira, that makes it all worthwhile anyway.]
That's good. I'd have to be a little worried if what happened suddenly swayed you.
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[His answer is firm, vehement almost, taking it Very Serious.
As Akira might remember from their meeting, and his initial resistance about Madarame, he was loyal then even with the circumstances. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he's even more loyal to both Akira and his fellow Phantom Thieves.]
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[akira sees no reason not to address that directly, too. it's the truth; all of the phantom thieves are loyal and trustworthy—and akira treasures that in every way.]
I trust in you.
[oh. the words come out with a quiet contentedness; there's really no doubt that akira means what he says.]
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It's enough to make Yusuke fall completely quiet. There's even a small tinge of pink high in his cheeks as he looks intently at passers-by (this is a ruse he is not looking at all).
What? It's fine not to talk on occasion. So what if he's experiencing a significant tightness in his chest and a heat in his throat (you're feeling things, yusuke) he's fine and not sick.]
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usually, yusuke has something to say, even if it's just an eccentric sort of response. but akira isn't used to that kind of... non-response, so he tilts his head to look over to yusuke more properly, and—]
...Yusuke? [is he okay?]
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[What is wrong with him??? Yusuke wonders.]
I believe I was overly touched. Words escaped me for a moment.
[Yes, that must be it. Reassured by his own logical conclusion, he glances to Akira and smiles.]
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