Yosuke tugs his shirt back on while Eponine speaks, and glances around for his boxers and jeans. He sighs, quietly, totally spent in about a dozen different ways.

"Listen, I don't-that is...thank you. Uh. But no thank you. I don't...I don't want to be your client, okay?"

He rubs his face again, and gingerly steps into his pants. He feels like shit that's been run over and then backed over and then run over again. He pulls a sour face.

"But since I already owe you I guess...let's go lay down? I feel too sick to go get your money now, and I don't-"

Want to be alone, alone. Being alone together has been so much better. Even if it was a lie, it was still enough.

"I'll go brush my teeth okay? There's...my bed's in that room. You can borrow something to sleep in if you want. Just...stay. I-if you want to."