[Yosuke allowed himself to slide off the edge of the bed so he was seated on the ground with his back resting against it. That way, the mattress could cushion his head as he looked up quietly for a moment. Why was he prodding? Why not leave well enough alone? But he knew why. It was a simple reason, really.]

Yeah, I guess I don't know you well enough yet to tell you how awesome you are or anything. Take it from me, though.

Regrets suck.