[ The enthusiasm Jaune would typically have for talking about a friend is muted, even with the mental note about the future possibilities of 'Oreos'. The way Yuri talks about this other guy, it doesn't sound like he's sure he can trust him, and that makes Jaune unaccountably wistful on his behalf.
He tips his glass of milk one way, then the other, still contemplating Yuri. ]
It's strange at the same time. Knowing you know someone, but not really how, or why. It's almost like - if I know them, why don't I know how to talk to them? What did we used to do together? How did we even meet? Are we starting all over, or picking up where we left off?
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[ The enthusiasm Jaune would typically have for talking about a friend is muted, even with the mental note about the future possibilities of 'Oreos'. The way Yuri talks about this other guy, it doesn't sound like he's sure he can trust him, and that makes Jaune unaccountably wistful on his behalf.
He tips his glass of milk one way, then the other, still contemplating Yuri. ]
It's strange at the same time. Knowing you know someone, but not really how, or why. It's almost like - if I know them, why don't I know how to talk to them? What did we used to do together? How did we even meet? Are we starting all over, or picking up where we left off?