[Yosuke's eyes widen when Jesse comes back into the room, and he follows instinctively when Jane moves toward Jesse. Though he reaches a hand toward her he doesn't quite bring himself to try and stop her. Instead, he watches. Not Jane, but Jesse. Intent, alert, alarmed but not wishing to interfere. She'd wanted this so badly.]
[In fact, it's obvious now. They aren't just dating, they're in love. Real love, the good stuff. His stomach drops and his chest tightens, with the same familiar squeeze of jealousy that he's utterly used to by now. It still feels like a sucker punch every time, but his heart doesn't actually break until Jane tells him to leave, that she knows what's going on. Suddenly the fact that more than love is shared between the two is also obvious. He finally finds his voice, and it comes out traiterously squeaky.]
You lied! You didn't hit your head. You're -he's-both of you are high!
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[In fact, it's obvious now. They aren't just dating, they're in love. Real love, the good stuff. His stomach drops and his chest tightens, with the same familiar squeeze of jealousy that he's utterly used to by now. It still feels like a sucker punch every time, but his heart doesn't actually break until Jane tells him to leave, that she knows what's going on. Suddenly the fact that more than love is shared between the two is also obvious. He finally finds his voice, and it comes out traiterously squeaky.]
You lied! You didn't hit your head. You're -he's-both of you are high!