[Agrees Yosuke, hoping it only feels like a lie. Suddenly, he's thinking about his mom. What would she do if he never came home? And Souji. And Nanako. The whole team, minus the three who are here, would never know what happened. He'll, they'd probably be waiting for him to turn up on TV, or strung from a telephone pole. It's a disturbing thought.
He picks up his pace a bit, ignoring the small protests from his still vaguely unsettled body. Maybe here they can do more. Maybe it wasn't a high dose. Maybe it'll be fine, really and actually fine, and this brief sickness will be the worst of it. That could happen, right?
Except that thinking about the others reminds him of something, and he has to stop. He curls up again around the way his stomach ripples with a new wave of dread. Naoto. He'd been feeling so rotten, he nearly forgot.]
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[Agrees Yosuke, hoping it only feels like a lie. Suddenly, he's thinking about his mom. What would she do if he never came home? And Souji. And Nanako. The whole team, minus the three who are here, would never know what happened. He'll, they'd probably be waiting for him to turn up on TV, or strung from a telephone pole. It's a disturbing thought.
He picks up his pace a bit, ignoring the small protests from his still vaguely unsettled body. Maybe here they can do more. Maybe it wasn't a high dose. Maybe it'll be fine, really and actually fine, and this brief sickness will be the worst of it. That could happen, right?
Except that thinking about the others reminds him of something, and he has to stop. He curls up again around the way his stomach ripples with a new wave of dread. Naoto. He'd been feeling so rotten, he nearly forgot.]
...There's someone else.