[ One side of Yu's mouth quirks up when Yosuke takes a seat on the bed, and he reaches out to find one of his partner's hands, gently tangling just two of their fingers together. A small gesture, but Yosuke will have learned by now small gestures are the ones he likes best. In all things he's never grandiose or loud; even in this, even in love, he's quiet and a little restrained.

If also prone to gross amounts of goat-getting. ]

Alright. I hope we can send a message home soon, too. I can't imagine what everyone must be thinking. It'll be nice to work on recovering and getting back there again.

[ It tugs at the back of his mind, his own desire to get out there instead and keep fighting, but he knows he's in absolutely no state to do anything remotely like that. Getting home first and getting his health back are the first priorities. Letting the team know - and letting them make their own decisions about whether or not they want to help - will come after that. ]

Think we can get started once I'm finished? [ He indicates the meal, which he starts to work on again. ]