[Yoosung's heart hammers for a brief moment as his shirt's grabbed, but the touch is so soft that his tension still fades, like a whistling kettle finally quieting down. Right, he needs to get his shit together. Mishima isn't saying Yoosung put him in a bad position, he just... needs him.... He puts on a sheepish smile, stumbling backwards a little to return to his seat.
In a way, this is something he's been dreaming about - to listen to him talk about this, one more time. Yoosung's grief clings to him like ticks, never ceasing in their itch, coloring his every move. He strongly believes he should understand everything even when he couldn't possibly. As he listens, it becomes even more clear that grief hasn't left just because they really did meet again. He's still so angry with Sherlock- with Hale. And now, he has this Kamoshida bastard to be angry at too. He remembers what Mishima said when they first met, about the Phantom Thieves and the volleyball teacher. He never heard the whole story, but to have it confirmed like this... it's horrible that Hale made him relive that all week. Yoosung's reeling even from just recalling his captivity for a couple minutes. (He'll try not to think about why he was spared from his actual worst memories, during that time - Oswald must have known his fear of his roommate would be enough, and that's enough to make him feel retroactively guilty.)
There's an ache he feels, hearing Mishima talk about himself like this. But his eyes connect, wet with desperation, and Yoosung can't take it anymore. No amount of mini marshmallows can drown out the bitterness of such tears.]
S-Stop... [His hands, on either side of the cup, push against the table and raise him back out of his seat as he leans forward.] Stop blaming yourself! Kamoshida, Oswald, and even Sherlock used your vulnerability... they're all shitty adults! Your seniors are supposed to take care of you... and yet... no one ever took responsibility!
[He ASSUMES, if he is still talking like this, that Sherlock didn't even come over to acknowledge his bullshit. No wonder Yoosung has felt so obligated to take some of the guilt by thinking it was because he was weak in front of his juniors. But that was an emotional outburst. He should try to... wipe this new batch of tears, and then use logic... He wishes, once again, that he could have kept doing this with Vivi.]
Listen... T-There's no way that Hale would give up. There's this whole 'virus' and 'hijacking' bullshit he's touting now... And he didn't even use nightmares this time. He just offered some kind of... valuable gift. Grantaire strangled me for a bribe, you don't deserve that blame.
[By now, Yoosung is shaking. He sits back in his chair. He forces a smile.]
Okay?
[He picks up his mug, taking an anxious quaff. The headache is back in full swing.]
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In a way, this is something he's been dreaming about - to listen to him talk about this, one more time. Yoosung's grief clings to him like ticks, never ceasing in their itch, coloring his every move. He strongly believes he should understand everything even when he couldn't possibly. As he listens, it becomes even more clear that grief hasn't left just because they really did meet again. He's still so angry with Sherlock- with Hale. And now, he has this Kamoshida bastard to be angry at too. He remembers what Mishima said when they first met, about the Phantom Thieves and the volleyball teacher. He never heard the whole story, but to have it confirmed like this... it's horrible that Hale made him relive that all week. Yoosung's reeling even from just recalling his captivity for a couple minutes. (He'll try not to think about why he was spared from his actual worst memories, during that time - Oswald must have known his fear of his roommate would be enough, and that's enough to make him feel retroactively guilty.)
There's an ache he feels, hearing Mishima talk about himself like this. But his eyes connect, wet with desperation, and Yoosung can't take it anymore. No amount of mini marshmallows can drown out the bitterness of such tears.]
S-Stop... [His hands, on either side of the cup, push against the table and raise him back out of his seat as he leans forward.] Stop blaming yourself! Kamoshida, Oswald, and even Sherlock used your vulnerability... they're all shitty adults! Your seniors are supposed to take care of you... and yet... no one ever took responsibility!
[He ASSUMES, if he is still talking like this, that Sherlock didn't even come over to acknowledge his bullshit. No wonder Yoosung has felt so obligated to take some of the guilt by thinking it was because he was weak in front of his juniors. But that was an emotional outburst. He should try to... wipe this new batch of tears, and then use logic... He wishes, once again, that he could have kept doing this with Vivi.]
Listen... T-There's no way that Hale would give up. There's this whole 'virus' and 'hijacking' bullshit he's touting now... And he didn't even use nightmares this time. He just offered some kind of... valuable gift. Grantaire strangled me for a bribe, you don't deserve that blame.
[By now, Yoosung is shaking. He sits back in his chair. He forces a smile.]
Okay?
[He picks up his mug, taking an anxious quaff. The headache is back in full swing.]