[That's. Some kind of comfort, he supposes. It does less than expected to calm the roiling storm of confusion and distress in his gut, though, and he idly runs his thumb along the rim of his glass. This wasn't the conversation he was expecting to have an hour ago; he was supposed to be pleasantly drunk by now, laughing and joking about something or another inconsequential.
He can't even decide whether or not he's glad Jesse told him. Later, there won't even be a question, especially as he continues to be confronted with Yuri's existence in this world, but right now, some part of him prefers his former ignorance.]
I care about you, too. I still do, I mean.
[Just in case that was in question. He doesn't know the rest of how he feels because he's terrible at self-reflection on a good day, let alone right now. But he already knows that much. But then, Kotetsu cares about everyone, really. It's all a matter of degree, and how personal it is. If he were honest with himself, he still cares about Yuri too, underneath all that anger and hurt.]
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He can't even decide whether or not he's glad Jesse told him. Later, there won't even be a question, especially as he continues to be confronted with Yuri's existence in this world, but right now, some part of him prefers his former ignorance.]
I care about you, too. I still do, I mean.
[Just in case that was in question. He doesn't know the rest of how he feels because he's terrible at self-reflection on a good day, let alone right now. But he already knows that much. But then, Kotetsu cares about everyone, really. It's all a matter of degree, and how personal it is. If he were honest with himself, he still cares about Yuri too, underneath all that anger and hurt.]