Reach Out to the Truth

Read yesterday, plus my stomach's been acting up all day...I might have a sneaky migraine or I might have just gotten sick due to stress.
~dreamer~

Main Points:
Persona 4 New Days
Chapter Summary: Yosuke wants to make sure protag is okay.  Protag is not okay.
Word Count: 375
Rating: teen
Notes: The second person never left

            “Let him in.”
            “Are you sure?”  The way he’s looking at you, Dojima knows what’s going on.
            “I’m not leaving until I know he’s okay,” Yosuke states firmly.  He shrinks a little from Dojima’s glare but stands firm.
            You bring him up to your room and close the door.  You sit on your bed, cross-legged, and stare at the wall.  Only when the silence becomes uncomfortable and Yosuke shifts, about to break it, do you speak.
            “I’m gay,” you state bluntly, and to his credit Yosuke doesn’t miss the point or try to joke it off.  He’s really quiet, though.  “So excuse me if I don’t join you in freaking out about Kanji.”  It comes out more bitter than you’d like.
            “Crap, I’m sorry.”  Well, that’s better than you hoped, anyway.  He puts a hand on your shoulder and it’s a little more than you can handle right now.  “I’d say I was joking around, that I didn’t mean a lot of the things I said, but that probably just means I shouldn’t have said them, huh?”  That’s…surprisingly thoughtful.  And mature.  “I-I want to say the thought of a guy flirting with me doesn’t freak me out, but…you’re my best friend.  I’m a pathetic friend, huh?”
            Usually, you’d defend him with more vigour, but right now you’re feeling lousy and all you can manage is shaking your head.
            Unfortunately, when Yosuke’s decided to stop being oblivious, he’s actually pretty observant.  He pauses and then stares.  “U-um.  You’ve been flirting with me for a while, haven’t you?”
            You make a frustrated groaning-sort of noise, and fight the urge to flop dramatically on your bed.
            “How long?”  He still hasn’t removed the hand.
            “Since I thought you asked me out on the second day of class,” you answer.  He can be persistent when he wants to be and you don’t want to find out his interrogation techniques.
            He blinks.  “S-Souji, that’s…”
            “I know,” you growl and try not to cry.
            He sighs, then pats you.  “Well, I’ll try to be better about it, and we’ll rescue Kanji like all the others, so—try not to worry about it.  Try and get some sleep, okay?”  He leaves, closing the door behind him.
            Sleep is a long time coming.