[There's a flicker of...something. Something that passes through his expression too quickly to be deciphered. Maybe just annoyance at being called out, hating how well Yokozawa has grown to know him - without even knowing everything. And maybe a thought, just for a split second, that he could tell the man. He could be honest.
Eiri presses the can into Yokozawa's hand so he can draw back, pop open his own. Looking away, toward the window where he's drawn the curtains shut so he doesn't have to see where he is, like that makes any difference.]
Well. You did tell me I couldn't screw around, so what else am I supposed to do when I'm in the mood to fuck?
[He could be honest. But this is easier. This falling back into the casual coldness he hasn't relied on since the beginning of their relationship. He can feel himself closing off, shutting down, and that's not what he wants, not now and not with him, dammit, he's going to screw everything up, he's too broken for this, why did he have to bring him here, he's such a fool. The beer can crinkles faintly under his grip, a barely-there shake beginning in his hand.]
whoops all traces of fluff left
Eiri presses the can into Yokozawa's hand so he can draw back, pop open his own. Looking away, toward the window where he's drawn the curtains shut so he doesn't have to see where he is, like that makes any difference.]
Well. You did tell me I couldn't screw around, so what else am I supposed to do when I'm in the mood to fuck?
[He could be honest. But this is easier. This falling back into the casual coldness he hasn't relied on since the beginning of their relationship. He can feel himself closing off, shutting down, and that's not what he wants, not now and not with him, dammit, he's going to screw everything up, he's too broken for this, why did he have to bring him here, he's such a fool. The beer can crinkles faintly under his grip, a barely-there shake beginning in his hand.]