[ Yu doesn't have anywhere else to be, because for the first time in days, his schedule is free. There are things he could be doing, friends he could be checking in with, tasks he could be seeing to, but he's carefully slipped out from under all of them, just for this. He can't quite exactly put a name to what he and Minato are, right now; but whatever that is, it's soothing to him, and he'll allow himself the creature comfort of seeking it out when it feels like everything is on the verge of coming apart.
He gets there first, because he makes an effort to. He's quietly a little pleased when there's a tree nearby this pond; it gives him something to lean against, something to take his weight when he's feeling the ache of supporting himself. It takes a great deal to grind him down like this; he used to feel this way after a week of plunging into the TV World and they were all desperate to save whoever it was that needed saving. But back then there was a certain confidence: we'll save them.
And while he has confidence they'll get through this, it's the not knowing that's worse. The other shoe has yet to drop.
Minato will find him empty-handed, leaning there; no CereVice, no mask, though the first is in his pocket. The second is tied to his left wrist, specifically so that he can't fiddle with it, something which has become a bad habit since it's become a mess of cracks. All that keeps him occupied now are his thoughts as he stares at the water. ]
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[ Yu doesn't have anywhere else to be, because for the first time in days, his schedule is free. There are things he could be doing, friends he could be checking in with, tasks he could be seeing to, but he's carefully slipped out from under all of them, just for this. He can't quite exactly put a name to what he and Minato are, right now; but whatever that is, it's soothing to him, and he'll allow himself the creature comfort of seeking it out when it feels like everything is on the verge of coming apart.
He gets there first, because he makes an effort to. He's quietly a little pleased when there's a tree nearby this pond; it gives him something to lean against, something to take his weight when he's feeling the ache of supporting himself. It takes a great deal to grind him down like this; he used to feel this way after a week of plunging into the TV World and they were all desperate to save whoever it was that needed saving. But back then there was a certain confidence: we'll save them.
And while he has confidence they'll get through this, it's the not knowing that's worse. The other shoe has yet to drop.
Minato will find him empty-handed, leaning there; no CereVice, no mask, though the first is in his pocket. The second is tied to his left wrist, specifically so that he can't fiddle with it, something which has become a bad habit since it's become a mess of cracks. All that keeps him occupied now are his thoughts as he stares at the water. ]