[ It's not that Black doesn't want Yosuke around. (Because he does. He loves... his company.)
It's just... he doesn't know how to act with him around, that's all. Thankfully, he's a little too into his playing to notice him immediately—he really only does when he stops to grab his almost drink and ask Sigrun if she'd come refill it. That dies in his throat at once, of course, and Black stares at Yosuke for a moment before he sets his glass down gently, returning his fingers to the piano's ivory keys.
He doesn't quite look like he's about to piss himself, but there's a nervous way about how he picks notes out on the instrument. Things... didn't go horribly in their talk, after all. They probably went about as well as they could've, given the circumstances.
So he shouldn't be as nervous as he is, but he still is. He really, honestly has no idea how to talk to anyone he's hurt this badly—but he'll try, anyway. ]
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It's just... he doesn't know how to act with him around, that's all. Thankfully, he's a little too into his playing to notice him immediately—he really only does when he stops to grab his almost drink and ask Sigrun if she'd come refill it. That dies in his throat at once, of course, and Black stares at Yosuke for a moment before he sets his glass down gently, returning his fingers to the piano's ivory keys.
He doesn't quite look like he's about to piss himself, but there's a nervous way about how he picks notes out on the instrument. Things... didn't go horribly in their talk, after all. They probably went about as well as they could've, given the circumstances.
So he shouldn't be as nervous as he is, but he still is. He really, honestly has no idea how to talk to anyone he's hurt this badly—but he'll try, anyway. ]
Hi.
[ ...that's simple enough. ]