[It would feel kind of irreverent to still focus on reading the codes while rejecting Mitarai's confession, so he's trying not to, but he's still watching closely enough to notice the man next to him leaning just a centimeter closer to search his mouth presumably for a kiss hidden in the right corner. Yoosung already realized he was giving him too much hope, when all he had meant was that he'd still hang out. Mitarai's guilt trips are hard to navigate. This was the only way he could think of to avoid digging a deeper hole, but actually admitting how he felt to someone else was a first - when he starts to react in a whining voice, Yoosung braces himself for the crescendo. He understands by now that Mitarai is meek, but forces himself to speak up, and the compensation is loud. He's expecting a fight, or at least pleas. After all, if Yoosung were in his shoes.... he's really not sure that he couldn't do just that. It's what he's thought jealously several times from his position in the RFA. In a million years, he never would have guessed he'd be at the center of a love triangle, but that only prepared him more for the way he'd defend his love if it were ever questioned from any angle. Even if Mishima never said anything more to him after Chuseok..... If in reality he's not ready or willing to pursue it... what would he think about what Yoosung said under that moon if he didn't have even a couple weeks worth of patience to spare him? He can't cave under pressure, no matter how bad he feels for Mitarai after all of this has come to light. But that building pressure starts to hiss as if out of a deflating balloon as Mitarai cuts himself off and allows himself to be crushed, crying only a little. For a moment, Yoosung is speechless. What can he even say, when he already knows that Mitarai is lying? He grits his teeth behind his lips, not sure if he should tell him to stop or explain himself more. But he can tell he's... really trying. Yoosung hesitates, but then picks up one of his hands to show his sincerity here.]
Th... Thank you.
[He knows it's hard. He knows Mitarai won't understand even if he explains, and he won't want to either. Yoosung knows what jealousy is. That's why he appreciates this so much. So he'll accept the lie, that Mitarai thinks this suffering right now is so beautiful. If he accepts it, maybe it will become the truth, and he'll be happy for them. But he still feels guilty... a thought floats through his mind that puts a sad smile on his face.]
...I'm not a very good falling star, am I? I couldn't grant any of your wishes... I'm sorry.
[But Yoosung is a magician, and he's holding Mitarai's hand right now. After a moment of deliberation... he holds it tighter and data transfers the information on how to data transfer. The information on how to make clothes, too. He hopes that will cheer him up.]
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Th... Thank you.
[He knows it's hard. He knows Mitarai won't understand even if he explains, and he won't want to either. Yoosung knows what jealousy is. That's why he appreciates this so much. So he'll accept the lie, that Mitarai thinks this suffering right now is so beautiful. If he accepts it, maybe it will become the truth, and he'll be happy for them. But he still feels guilty... a thought floats through his mind that puts a sad smile on his face.]
...I'm not a very good falling star, am I? I couldn't grant any of your wishes... I'm sorry.
[But Yoosung is a magician, and he's holding Mitarai's hand right now. After a moment of deliberation... he holds it tighter and data transfers the information on how to data transfer. The information on how to make clothes, too. He hopes that will cheer him up.]