[Yamaguchi blinks, a hurt look flashing across his face for a very brief moment before his expression shifts, to a mix of concern and apprehension.
He lets go of Oikawa's wrist, and as he does Yamaguchi's body language seems to deflate visibly from how wound up he'd been not ten seconds ago. What if he read him wrong? he worries. What if Sakeguchi didn't mean it like that...or didn't mean it at all? Sakeguchi's playing it off now, but he definitely flinched when Yamaguchi grabbed his hand.
What little confidence Yamaguchi mustered up a minute ago seems to evaporate quickly at his perceived failure.]
I...sorry. I should let you go, I'll bet you...have stuff to do on your own tonight...
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He lets go of Oikawa's wrist, and as he does Yamaguchi's body language seems to deflate visibly from how wound up he'd been not ten seconds ago. What if he read him wrong? he worries. What if Sakeguchi didn't mean it like that...or didn't mean it at all? Sakeguchi's playing it off now, but he definitely flinched when Yamaguchi grabbed his hand.
What little confidence Yamaguchi mustered up a minute ago seems to evaporate quickly at his perceived failure.]
I...sorry. I should let you go, I'll bet you...have stuff to do on your own tonight...