[It didn't really bother him—when Yosuke's insecurities hit him, he wasn't sure what he was talking about half the time. Instead he just let Yosuke feel what he liked, and supported him from where he could. There wasn't much else he could do (even if things got odd, it wasn't a surprise, things usually got oddin Desai).
Souji's sitting down with his cup of noodles, chopsticks in hand, when Yosuke emerges in the doorway. He doesn't seem to be phased until his partner opens his mouth and ...speaks. Souji looks up, his mouth full of noodles.]
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Souji's sitting down with his cup of noodles, chopsticks in hand, when Yosuke emerges in the doorway. He doesn't seem to be phased until his partner opens his mouth and ...speaks. Souji looks up, his mouth full of noodles.]
I live here.