Yuya wants to argue all the ways this definitely isn't a good time, but the more he tries to piece them together, he... can't. It's like all the little pieces that are wrong just won't come together for a coherent picture, and he's so tired.

So he just sighs and rubs his eye with the palm of his hand. "Yeah, I guess. I dunno why I'm so worried..." It comes out honestly, if uncertain. He usually was the smiling entertainer, but now if feels like he's the surly audience, waiting to be impressed--or proven right. "Guess I didn't sleep well last night."