[ Yashiro has left both his jacket and tie at home, so you know he's tired too. the sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, but at least he still has a vest on.

He just levels a stare at him and sits across from him, but his annoyance is clearly only the surface. Underneath it is a well of emotions that are rarely seen by others. ]

I'm going to eat the whole thing. I won't even save a bite for you.

[ They won't need all day, though. For once, Yashiro wants to talk. He picks up the coffee and drinks it, staring down at the liquid quietly as he gathers his thoughts. Finally, speaking to the coffee rather than Sycamore himself: ]

I thought I was going to lose him.

I don't know. We just woke up and he was -- he was covered in blood. I...it was everywhere.

[ the longer he speaks, the quicker his speech becomes, his hands trembling against the cup ]

We couldn't tell what caused it, but there was just so much.

Yeah, I did.

[ He looks at Sycamore's hand touching him, and then he looks up at his face. ]

I don't want to be here without him. I...I'm so pathetic, but all I could think is how awful it would be to be alone.