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[Whack! Crack! Thunk! Yu's axe lodges itself deeply into the trunk and when Yosuke speaks, he lets go for a moment.]

To hurt you? Yosuke... You don't really think I'd do that on purpose. [He says it at first with certainty; a declaration. But as he watches his partner's face, he suddenly feels less sure of that.] ... do you?

[He let's the question hang in the air for a moment, keeping wavering eye contact as the tree falls. Something seems to twist in his chest. Some nameless feeling, something he knows but can't describe. He swallows hard, trying to bite back the change in his expression, the uncertainty, the hollow dread. For a moment it slips through in a pinched frown.

Then he sighs, turning back to the fallen tree. He removes the axe and gets to work at chopping the log into smaller pieces.]

Of course not!!

[and he's going to start whacking at the wood again. but City Boy here isn't used to having to grip an axe handle so hard, and eventually it goes flying out of his his hands.]

Shit, watch out!!

[and he's going to try to grab Yu to drag him down, even though he's not moving fast enough--]

[Dammit. Fucking dammit, Yosuke, Yu's cheeks are warm with the frustration he can't not feel and he's trying so hard to just put this out of his mind and accomplish one goddamn task so he can go home and figure out what the hell he's going to do now, because clearly hitting things with axes isn't really helping anything--

... A few things happen next in rapid succession. One: thunk! a rogue axe smacks him in the head. Funny enough, Rangda being the Persona he's used most recently comes in handy; the impact knocks him to the side, but the passive null physical skill manages to at least ensure that he doesn't get sliced because of it. Two: Yosuke manages to grab onto the collar of his shirt, dragging him down and also close, close enough that he can feel Yosuke's breath on his face.

He doesn't move for a second, just breathing in and out, nursing the beginnings of a bruise on his cheek but nothing more. Then--]

What the hell, Yosuke?

[Weirdly, impossibly, inexplicably, there's a little smile on his face. As if they've hit peak stupid with my best friend hit me with an axe and now it's all downhill from here.]

Shit--shit--shit!!

[Yosuke's panicking while he's looking down at Yu, fear curling up in his stomach as he looks at his best friend. he hasn't really considered that a Persona would've helped with that blow, but he's definitely looking to see if there's anything worse than a bruise hanging around on him.]

What the hell are you smiling for?? Do you have a concussion or something??

[enter his free hand moving Yu's hair around to make sure there's no blood or anything...]

Am I? [his hand moves to the corner of the mouth, as if the expression surprises him just as much as Yosuke. I mean, it kind of does. He's so frustrated and so annoyed, not necessarily even about the axe but just because of how Yosuke has been acting...they could have avoided all of this stupid nonsense if Yosuke could just tell him what's on his mind. Instead of whatever the hell they're doing.

...]

Maybe I did.

[Never let it be said that Yosuke is the only dramatic one, here, although Yu says that with a deadpan tone that doesn't have much convincing power.

Anyway, Yosuke's hand on his head is a surprise. For a second, he doesn't move. When he does, he puts his hand over Yosuke's. Looks into his eyes. Then, very low, he says:]

I think you need to be done with the axe.

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