"Ready?" That's the only way Yosuke can interpret Souji's movement. He glances around for some tissue or something again, but still doesn't see any. That's weird. If Souji's been feeling sick, shouldn't he have some around somewhere?

"C'mon, man." It's gentle, and hopefully reassuring. Yosuke opens the door, shoulders Souji's overnight bag again, and nods. "And next time you try to die on me, at least make it something cool. I can't even tell this story later without embarrassing us both, you know?"