[Yusuke listens to what Blake says in silence, his expression gradually going from shocked to uncomfortable. By the time the old man's done, he's no longer making eye contact, instead focusing on a smudge of dirt on one of his sneakers. It's not that he's uneasy about what Blake's telling him - he's seen enough disturbing shit in his own line of work that listening to someone talk about a serial killer isn't really enough to turn his stomach, though the fact that the perp was apparently going after kids is, to say the least, pretty disgusting. No, the thing that's making him uncomfortable right now is the fact that he knows for sure that Blake wouldn't be telling him any of this stuff if he were in his right mind. Look, Blake might not necessarily be one of Yusuke's favorite people in the world, but that doesn't mean Yusuke has so little respect for him that he'd just let him blab all of his personal shit to him without any idea he's doing it. That's just low, and if it were Yusuke in Blake's shoes, he knows he'd feel pretty damn violated if he found out he'd told somebody stuff he wanted to keep private and they didn't do anything to shut him up.

So when Blake finishes talking, Yusuke doesn't press him on anything. He doesn't even do anything cheap like tell him that he understands how he feels, though to a certain extent, he kind of does. Instead, he gives Blake - and himself - a minute, and then he finally looks at him again and says, in an even, but somewhat subdued voice:]

Listen, uh... Lieutenant.

[It feels weird as hell to call Blake that, but somehow, it feels like the right thing to do, at least for right now. Yusuke shifts a little in his seat and continues.]

How about we change the subject, yeah? Uh...

[Crap. Yusuke quickly tries to think of something else they could talk about. He latches on to the first halfway decent idea that pops into his head and goes with it.]

Tell me about the person who left. Your friend. Were they cool?