[ He might have been better before about remembering his own needs. Before Hiro texted him at 4 AM in near-hysterics, before Dipper looked at him with death-haunted eyes, before Lili and Athena cried in front of him, before Merlin refused to speak, before he started watching his friends die. But this place, so much more dangerous than his own Inaba at even the height of the murders, has changed him.

Not necessarily for the better.

Yu takes in the question without immediately commenting, simply watching Minato instead. He can guess why his friend is asking. Minato, since they met, has had a particular talent for seeing through him. He's probably figured out that he keeps dodging questions about how he is. He wasn't going to get away with that forever.

The hand that he's got curled around his thumb tightens, but only briefly. ]

It wasn't easy, [ he concedes. ] But I don't really remember dying, and I've seen Mars-san and Yuri-san since we all got back. [ Mars, not Rei, since he isn't sure if Minato knows that secret. Out of deference to Rei, really. ] I'm alright, though.

[ The horrible creeping chill that crawls up his skin whispering i died i died i died every so often when he's trying to sleep

is something he ignores. ]