Naoto stares at Yousuke. No words, not even a stunned expression. Just stares.
And then someone's personal information slides off the desk and Naoto's frantically dialing a number—speaking frantically into the receiver—
Yousuke thinks he might've made a mistake.
They're in the car. Yousuke's not sure how he got there. He's got the gloves, but Naoto's driving. "There's a certain phrase," Naoto's saying. "It's origins aside—'History repeats.' I wonder if you've heard of it?"
He makes a turn too sharp, and Yousuke scrabbles at his seat. "No," he chokes out.
Yeah, Yousuke's pretty sure he's made a mistake.