[ It's been a few days since Yu finally talked to Souji, and since then he's been ... well, quiet. As he's been ever since he's come to stay at his uncle's home, but there's a different character to this silence. It's not as melancholy. This silence feels more like a held breath, uncertain before a plunge.
That evening, as Yu cooks dinner, he'll pause once his uncle wanders into the kitchen. ]
mid-january, ish.
That evening, as Yu cooks dinner, he'll pause once his uncle wanders into the kitchen. ]
... could I ask you something?