Yuya stumbles forward a bit, briefly thrown off because Strange isn't normally a touchy person. Which has never been a problem for Yuya, it's just... weird, seeing him being the opposite now. That's what this is right now, isn't it? Opposites.

"Of course I'm worried about you. You're my friend, and you're drinking alone and you're hurt and you split into two people." If his hands weren't presently hostage, he'd grab for his radio. Sensible Strange was right to be concerned.