"Dude,"
Never a moment's peace with the detective. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"It's showing again. You're from the dark ages, not Makai."
Nevermind.
He's speaking to him normally. As he did before speaking out of turn however many human years ago the detective is counting off in his mind. Thankful for the time's distance between then and now. There is still fear in his mind. Fear of hurting his friend. Seeing them vanish before his very eyes as if he had blown out a candle flame. Losing what Yusuke can now recognize as someone he may openly call brother. The day Yusuke opened his month in front of the wrong people at the wrong time is often at the front of his mind.
"Didn't you say that. . . "clouds have smiles with rivers flowing from them" off that shit Kurama grew for us?"
Shut up Yusuke.
"You've got a mean pet dragon and a sword."
He just wanted to finish this stitch before committing another violation of his parole.
"I bet once we find you a staff and you nail down all your warlock shit you'd be something out of a novel. A classic."
The flattery is pathetic.
Yusuke keeps watching him. He wants to spar and knows he won't get what he wants. Yet he grows desperate.
"You know, Botan would probably do that for you. She'd be happy to."
The detective doesn't mention Yukina could too. He wouldn't dare.