Yuya smiles, just a little ruefully. He feels the same way about talking instead of acting. But what can they do? Yuya doesn't have any better plans.

"Yeah," he sighs dramatically, reaching for another potato chip. He stops before he reaches the bag, however, something weighing more on his mind.

"But if you ever want to talk about something..." He takes a single chip, pressing it between his fingers until he hears a small, satisfying snap. "It's a lot easier to bear, I think. After you tell someone else."