It was difficult not to feel a certain air of tension over him and Sho. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as bad as what he was going through with Yosuke, but things still hadn’t felt entirely comfortable as they usually were. That could be put squarely on the situation, rather than any sort of interpersonal drama, which Yu hoped would be distracted from soon enough, though part of him doubted that he’d be able to escape any of that so easily.
“I hope you haven’t either.” A light, playful grin slipped onto his lips for a moment, playing into an unspoken challenge. Even if they hadn’t been at each other’s throats in a decade, there was always a bit of a friendly rivalry, whether it be fighting or, in this case, trying to drink one another under the table.
The exchange was a nice momentary distraction from everything going on, but it was difficult to avoid the elephant in the room, and soon enough they were squarely focused on the more personal topics. In anticipation, Yu had ordered another whiskey when the redhead directed the bartender their way—An easy enough order, although his friend’s choice in drink had made him forcibly keep down an eyebrow raise. Though, that wasn’t too hard when he was soon distracted by Sho’s next question.
“Fine enough.” The words had come out much too quickly, which, although was typical from a man who never thought too much before he spoke, still didn’t seem as if it was his entirely unfiltered thoughts. Then again, Yu was rarely the type who wanted to focus on himself. For better or worse, he always wanted to center the attention on his peers. Sure, he may have been considered a leader, but oftentimes he felt like he was relying more on his friends than they were him, and he wished to show them that sort of respect and support to the best of his abilities. After all, as long as he had them and they were in good spirits, he knew he could make it through anything.
What he felt in the moment didn’t matter, right?
