[... damn, Blake, you look like shit. After having lost several hours of sleep to the stress caused by Keiko being in a coma for the last four weeks, Yusuke is looking a little tired and puffy-eyed himself, but the sight of Blake's scruffy mug on his screen reminds him that he could probably look a lot crappier than he does. Anyway, taking into consideration the sort of relationship he and the old man has, he almost doesn't respond to the broadcast, but considering the kind of crap that's been churning around in his head lately, the question Blake asks manages to pique his interest enough to make him reconsider. Besides, he can't help but wonder what the old bastard's deal is. He hasn't seen him look this out of it since those dumb secrets were broadcasted.]
... whether my friends are okay or not. I kinda left home in the middle of a demon apocalypse, so, y'know, if it turns out people here were bullshittin' me about time standing still while we're here...
[Then they and the rest of the world're pretty much screwed, and it's all gonna be my fault for not being there to protect them. Yusuke doesn't say that aloud, but the sheer amount of tension and anxiety this thought causes him can be seen in his expression, though he's clearly trying his very damn best not to show it. It might have been a whole month since they got plunged into that crazy alternate dream dimension, but all those nightmares he'd had about being too weak to defeat Sensui and the world ending because of it were still weighing heavily on his mind. It's not like he's had anything to do but sit around and stew over it: with Keiko unconscious and bedridden, it hadn't felt right for him to try and go out and have fun, and even when he'd try to de-stress by working out and dragging his Pokemon out to the forest to train, he'd find he didn't feel any more relaxed than he did before. Fortunately for him, Keiko was awake now, so that, at least, was a relief, but... man. What he would give to just be able to goof off and not give a damn about anything like he usually does. And people wonder why he'd avoided responsibilities like the plague before he became a Spirit Detective. :|
At any rate, Yusuke here has rather abruptly realized that he'd sort of trailed off after answering Blake's question, so he's just gonna go ahead and shoot Blake a question back before they both end up just sitting around looking contemplative and melancholy as hell. Don't want it to get weird, after all.]
Anyway, uh - [Yusuke lifts his chin and forces a steely-eyed Tough Guy look.] You're not lookin' so great, old man. What'd you do, pull an all-nighter?
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... whether my friends are okay or not. I kinda left home in the middle of a demon apocalypse, so, y'know, if it turns out people here were bullshittin' me about time standing still while we're here...
[Then they and the rest of the world're pretty much screwed, and it's all gonna be my fault for not being there to protect them. Yusuke doesn't say that aloud, but the sheer amount of tension and anxiety this thought causes him can be seen in his expression, though he's clearly trying his very damn best not to show it. It might have been a whole month since they got plunged into that crazy alternate dream dimension, but all those nightmares he'd had about being too weak to defeat Sensui and the world ending because of it were still weighing heavily on his mind. It's not like he's had anything to do but sit around and stew over it: with Keiko unconscious and bedridden, it hadn't felt right for him to try and go out and have fun, and even when he'd try to de-stress by working out and dragging his Pokemon out to the forest to train, he'd find he didn't feel any more relaxed than he did before. Fortunately for him, Keiko was awake now, so that, at least, was a relief, but... man. What he would give to just be able to goof off and not give a damn about anything like he usually does. And people wonder why he'd avoided responsibilities like the plague before he became a Spirit Detective. :|
At any rate, Yusuke here has rather abruptly realized that he'd sort of trailed off after answering Blake's question, so he's just gonna go ahead and shoot Blake a question back before they both end up just sitting around looking contemplative and melancholy as hell. Don't want it to get weird, after all.]
Anyway, uh - [Yusuke lifts his chin and forces a steely-eyed Tough Guy look.] You're not lookin' so great, old man. What'd you do, pull an all-nighter?