What Yousuke thinks: You're wrong.
What he thinks: I'm a screw-up.
What he thinks: I'm not bodyguard material, and I'm definitely not detective's assistant material. I stock the shelves at Junes.
Thinks: Stocked.
Thinks: You're looking at me, and it's a Yousuke you're seeing, but it's a Yousuke I don't know. Maybe I was him, even, less than a year ago, but now he's gone, and I don't think I can get him back.
He opens his mouth.
"Okay," Yousuke hears himself say. "Where do we go from here?"
And Naoto smiles, and Yousuke thinks: We're making a mistake.