[ Is he ever going to be able to look at this person again without a welter of conflicting emotions consuming his chest?

It's not as if his feelings went away immediately. There's still so much fondness he associates with Minato's presence, warm feeling and safety and comfort and happiness. But now there's the pain, too, the horrible sense of betrayal, the desire to just move on--

--since Minato has walked away from him twice, now.

Yu's expression softens, his eyes hooding, and for a moment he looks down, his fingers curling and uncurling restlessly. His hands feel empty, but given the chance, he has no idea what he'd fill them with. When he looks up again he's still calm, but there's a bit of a different tone to it, hard to place. Minato isn't the only one who's a bit stiff. ]

... I'm sorry.

[ The words surprise even him, a little. He'd intended to answer the question, but after drawing a breath, those words had come out as naturally as a sigh. ]

The last time we saw each other... you didn't deserve to hear any of that. [ He does genuinely look contrite, and he keeps his gaze on Minato's, now, not allowing himself to look away. ] ... I'd like to explain what that was all about.

[ There's something in his quiet words that goes unsaid. If you'll let me. I'll understand if you want to walk away. ]