[Yeah, just like old times. Yosuke, despite his embarrassment finds himself getting pulled back into Souji's easy pattern of conversation. Sometimes when it's just the two of them like this, it's like they're still in Inaba; where it's Desai is just a far-off point in the future, and this odd and warm affection doesn't yet have a name.

Both hands on the table now, leaning on his elbows, Yosuke passes his phone from hand to hand like a bizarre game of slight of hand; something to occupy his attention.]

You think.....? I'm not... really sure, actually. Seems like Kanji had made up his mind about this a long time ago...

And I think Naoto will come around to the idea, soon enough. I mean - after she analyzes it to death, and everything.