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[He sighs, shifting his back to his other shoulder. He wonders if he's just being paranoid that everyone is acting weird around him.]

It hasn't been that long since I stopped by, has it?

[ Tyr for one has no idea why everyone is angry at Yuri. To his question, Tyr just shrugs and turns to plop onto the couch. ]

Only a few months. It's not a big deal.

[He sits opposite Tyr, energy seeming to drain from his body without realizing it.

He doesn't like it when Estelle's upset with him, he decides.]

Yeah? Did we have a sleepover?

[He doesn't remember the last time he was over, really.]

Not unless you were invisible...

[ He's a little worried when he sees Yuri like that, but tries to keep the conversation light. Maybe that'd be better than talking about Flynn. ]

Then what--

[Ah! He laughs.]

The mud soup, right?

[ Can't even been embarrassed or concerned now. ]

I'm going to feed you actual mud if you keep calling it that!

You don't have to worry about me for dinner.

[He rubs his neck - the all-out fight he had with Flynn earlier, though not quite as energy-draining as their spars, took a lot out of him.]

Sleep sounds pretty good to me right now.

[ Oh... ]

You can't really want to sleep this early... You can just rest and I'll bring something out to you -- my "mud soup" has gotten better recently, too.

You're too sweet, Tyr.

[If he recalled, the mud soup actually tasted quite delicious. It was just the appearance...]

[ Yuri can be happy to know Tyr has stopped thinking stewing means 'cooking until it's mushy'. He scoffs at Yuri's reply. ]

Anything for you, you know.

Thanks again, Tyr.

[He gives the other a familiar lopsided grin.]

[ Tyr offers him a little smile as he pushes himself to his feet. He's going to make food! ]

It's no problem. If you actually wanna sleep now, you can take Connell's old room at the end of the hall.

Got it.

[He stays in his seat, though, closing his eyes and resting his head back. It's been a while since he was so furious with Flynn- enough to instigate a full punching and kicking fight. That hadn't happened since--]

[ Tyr will still ask about that later, Yuri!! But he really does want to treat him before he starts pestering him. He really doesn't want to ask Rita--or worse, Estelle and Flynn.

After a few minutes, Tyr comes out with a tray carrying a warm roast beef and cheese sandwich and glass of water. Seeing Yuri like that, he can't help but think- ] You really are exhausted...

[He opens an eye to peer at Tyr before straightening up. The sandwiches look pretty good.]

Did you think I was lying?

[A soft breath of laughter and he grabs a sandwich, humming in approval.]

[ He shakes his head as he hands the tray off. He's not really hurt when Yuri doesn't seem upset about it. ]

It's not that... I'm just surprised; you never seemed like the type that would get worn out.

[ Plopping down opposite to him again. ]

[He can appreciate that. When he finishes one sandwich, he relaxes almost bonelessly into the chair again. It's very comfortable.]

You know I've been here for three years, now? If Ino were here, no doubt she'd want another party.

[ Now he's a little curious. Wow, Yuri... ]

To loosen you up?

You're confusing me with Flynn.

[This chair. Is so. Comfy. His eyes shut again as he just thinks.]

That's just how she was.

[ He smiles a little. ]

I wish I got to know her. She sounds pretty fun.

She was.

[A brief silence before he shakes his head and straightens once more, grabbing a sandwich.]

So? What have you been up to lately?

[ Definitely not making out with people! Maybe he said something wrong just now, so he's happy to change the subject. ]

Nothing too out of the ordinary... Rita gave me a music-playing blastia recently, and I've playing around with hi-- it a lot.

[Snorts]

So what's its name?

... Ulrich.

[ Don't tease him. ]

[He snorts and smirks, but doesn't say anything.]

I'm sure he's beautiful.

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