[Yoosung smiled, but he's not happy. The heaviness in his chest extends all the way through his hands and feet, making his body feel like lead. Learning that Grantaire was worse than Mitarai didn't actually make him feel better about his position as 'person who sincerely thought I was lesser and would control or kill me.' All it did was make him feel worse about Grantaire. But Mitarai had listened to him and done exactly as he requested, and he certainly did feel that he deserved to know - a long time ago from literally anyone else would have been better, but this is how it is, so there wasn't anything he could do but be grateful. He doesn't understand the relief Mitarai's feeling now, the reason why he's looking back at him with such an enraptured smile of his own. Yoosung's has already grown bewildered to meet it, but fortunately for him Mitarai starts looking around for predators at that moment, so he can just let out a deep and slow exhale. He tries to force the tension out of his body, and when it doesn't completely work, he decides to get another helping of the baekseju.
He can try to understand a coward like Mitarai developing a complex after almost losing his innocent life on the case for Yoosung. If that had actually happened, he would himself have felt profound guilt - it was the first thing he feared when they didn't see Grantaire and it's not exactly fun to know that it was nearly the case. He puts the glass to his lips and turns to idly watch him sit and enjoy the songpyeon. Maybe the cupped hands are to ensure he doesn't drop it again. He did seem to think it was bad luck. Yoosung will leave it alone, turning to gaze back at the moon and get back some calm. He can comfort himself with the thought that at the very least, anguishing like this will make it go smoother if he ever gets more details about his friends' bodies and everyone else.
He lets Mitarai eat in silence, debating if it's even worth continuing the conversation more, but he supposes it is still Chuseok in the end.]
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He can try to understand a coward like Mitarai developing a complex after almost losing his innocent life on the case for Yoosung. If that had actually happened, he would himself have felt profound guilt - it was the first thing he feared when they didn't see Grantaire and it's not exactly fun to know that it was nearly the case. He puts the glass to his lips and turns to idly watch him sit and enjoy the songpyeon. Maybe the cupped hands are to ensure he doesn't drop it again. He did seem to think it was bad luck. Yoosung will leave it alone, turning to gaze back at the moon and get back some calm. He can comfort himself with the thought that at the very least, anguishing like this will make it go smoother if he ever gets more details about his friends' bodies and everyone else.
He lets Mitarai eat in silence, debating if it's even worth continuing the conversation more, but he supposes it is still Chuseok in the end.]
Did you... make a wish?