[The more Souji says, the more that as-of-yet-unnamed something bubbles away, causing Yosuke's fingers to fumble and his phone to clatter against the tabletop. He knows, he thinks for one long, heart-stopping second, He knows and this is his way of getting me to chill out. Because that's what Souji does; he might carve the path, but he lets people come to him. If he pushes, it's only as much as you need to gain momentum.

But when he glances up, Souji's expression is as mild and inscrutable as ever. Watching his best friend chow down on noodles like they're his last meal on earth, it's easier to believe he's just reading too much into it. He sighs, and starts messing with his phone again, dragging it around in slow circles along the tabletop by the Jack Frost pendant on the strap.]

I guess.... you're right....

......... But y'know, he told me he was expecting to get shot down. When he was confessing, I mean. He knew he wasn't going to get an answer that would make him happy, and he did it anyway. ..... I thought that was pretty cool.

[He pauses, and chuckles to himself.]

Well, kinda dumb; but... cool.