[While tempted to ask Yusuke in how many ways the color red fits him, he's too focused on that answer to derail the topic. Seven years... with some number crunching, that would've put him at eleven? Twelve?
A good age for death to mess with a kid, but not so old that Yusuke hasn't learned to cope by now. A couple more swipes with his brush, a few feet in front of Yusuke's work so they can keep the flow going, and...]
You remember him much?
[He doesn't know why he asks. Father's aren't really his domain, ya see, and it's difficult keeping the bitterness out of his voice. So he chalks it up to curiosity, waiting to see if his boyfriend will answer]
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A good age for death to mess with a kid, but not so old that Yusuke hasn't learned to cope by now. A couple more swipes with his brush, a few feet in front of Yusuke's work so they can keep the flow going, and...]
You remember him much?
[He doesn't know why he asks. Father's aren't really his domain, ya see, and it's difficult keeping the bitterness out of his voice. So he chalks it up to curiosity, waiting to see if his boyfriend will answer]