Naoto tells Yousuke to turn in early—because he's still recovering, he's quick to stress. Yousuke laughs.
"I guess most days aren't this easy, huh?"
Naoto almost smiles. "No. In fact, you usually stay awake longer than I do."
And Yousuke's not exactly looking forward to that, but heck—it's his job, right?
Compared to the hospital's row of bricks, the bed in Naoto's mansion is nearly nonexistent. Yousuke passes out the moment he hits the sheets, vest and all. Two hours later, he wakes up and stumbles downstairs.
"Do I live here?" Yousuke asks.
He does.