Yosuke continued to stare as he let Unohana-san lead him back over the couch. When they reached it, he sank back onto it gratefully, and wrapped his arms around himself again.

"This kind of thing is really weird for me." He confessed. "No one would keep a ghost on purpose where I came from. At least not in a chair. Spirits have their own houses there, you know? And they're usually really quiet."

He leaned back against the corner of the sofa and pulled his knees up again. Since that not only helped everything in his stomach stay where it was supposed to but also put his pants right in his face, he tried to subtly brush his nose against them. It was running, but he didn't want to blow it in front of her any more than he wanted to be sick while she was watching.